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But
I
’
m
not
a
Reverend
Mother
,
Jessica
thought
.
And
then
:
Great
Mother
!
They
planted
that
one
here
!
This
must
be
a
hideous
place
!
In
matter
-
of
-
fact
tones
,
Mapes
said
:
“
What
’
ll
you
be
wanting
me
to
do
first
,
my
Lady
?
”
Instinct
warned
Jessica
to
match
that
casual
tone
.
She
said
:
“
The
painting
of
the
Old
Duke
over
there
,
it
must
be
hung
on
one
side
of
the
dining
hall
.
The
bull
’
s
head
must
go
on
the
wall
opposite
the
painting
.
”
Mapes
crossed
to
the
bull
’
s
head
.
“
What
a
great
beast
it
must
have
been
to
carry
such
a
head
,
”
she
said
.
She
stooped
.
“
I
’
ll
have
to
be
cleaning
this
first
,
won
’
t
I
,
my
Lady
?
”
“
No
.
”
“
But
there
’
s
dirt
caked
on
its
horns
.
”
“
That
’
s
not
dirt
,
Mapes
.
That
’
s
the
blood
of
our
Duke
’
s
father
.
Those
horns
were
sprayed
with
a
transparent
fixative
within
hours
after
this
beast
killed
the
Old
Duke
.
”
Mapes
stood
up
.
“
Ah
,
now
!
”
she
said
.
“
It
’
s
just
blood
,
”
Jessica
said
.
“
Old
blood
at
that
.
Get
some
help
hanging
these
now
.
The
beastly
things
are
heavy
.
”
