At my birthday banquet, my husband presented me with a portrait of myself on horseback.
The face in it was an ugly pig’s head.
The young woman holding it laughed at my scars, and he asked me to forgive her: immortals, he said, knew nothing of mortal rules.
I drew my sword and cut off her arm.
Now she knew mine.
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