About this story
She agrees to show you visions in a bowl of water: a jeweled woman at court, then your own hand driving a sword into her; two bound men on storm-dark ground, one already dead. La Masque claims to have known you for days before this meeting, and offers no name for anyone she has shown you.
How it opens
The plague had emptied streets while dead carts and desperate revelers competed for the night.
You left Whitehall in velvet and spurs to meet Ormiston beneath the shadow of St. Paul's.
NellSir Norman, I thought pestilence or duty had finally kept one of your appointments.
Duty delayed me, Nell; the plague has not yet persuaded me to abandon good company.
Choose
A hidden face gives imagination too much room to fall in love.
If she rejects you, leave London before the plague decides for both of you.