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Will sat where he was, gazing at the silver bowl in front of him; a white rose was floating in it, and he seemed prepared to stare at it until it went under. In the Kitchen Bridget was still singing one of her awful sad songs; the lyrics drifted in through the door: “Twas on an evening fair I went to take the air, I heard a maid making her moan; Said, ‘Saw ye my father? Or ye my mother? Or saw ye my brother John? Or saw ye the lad that I love best, And his name it is Sweet William?” I may murder her, Tessa thought. Let her make a song about that.

Cassandra Clare