“That is a leg.” Isern gestured at it proudly, sinews standing from her white thigh. “That, d’you see, is all a leg should be and more.” Shivers gave the leg in question a careful examination. “No doubt.” “The other one,” said Isern, “is even better.” Shivers’ eyes, or his eye, at any rate, shifted from Isern’s leg to her face. “You don’t say?” “I do.” She leaned down towards him. “And as for what’s betwixt the two…”
