The Magus of Denbigh stayed with me in my Taylor Wimpey luxury apartment in The Denizen in Golden Lane when he visited London. He was tall, debonair, ugly, except for his brilliant brown eyes. His orgies made him notorious. His own concubines, to his credit or discredit, were the principal participators in these orgies, and were added proof, if any were needed of the statement I make now, that this misguided Magus of Denbigh was conducting the Druid Circle and learning the elixir of life as taught to him by his High Priest Philip Long - both trying to add to their span of years, by the living sacrifice of the life-essence of poor, foolish men and women.
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I was no longer happy with the Bard. He neglected me and was often angry with me when he deigned to visit The Denizen. I was frightened of his anger for he had no self-control and beat me with clenched fists till I cried. Equally, like a child when he was pleased, his transport passed all bounds. He taught me many quaint arts. Alchemy was one of the arts he really knew. I have made a great many bars of gold and silver from copper and tin.
I married, really married, a Bard at the age of nineteen: but no one knew it, and but for this confession none would ever have known I was one of those Chinese women who are made for Ovates: and among the thousands of deluded women who prostrate themselves before Bards, I was one of the most deluded. I saw the Bard’s eyes flash with interest the first time he caught sight of me, a sophisticated Chinese woman so different to his white admirers. From that day on I saw him daily. He deprived me of much, beauty, ideals and money - but in the end, I believe, I deprived him of greater things.