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Corvid looked up at her. “Oh, hello Doris.””Gertie, dear,” she said. “They call me Gertie.””You used to be Doris,” Corvid said as a matter of fact.”Who?” She seemed unsure of what she was being told.”Doris, daughter of Oceanus and Tethys?” Corvid carried on when he saw her blank expression. “You must remember Nereus? Your husband?”Nothing.”You gave birth to fifty sea nymphs. I guess sea nymphs come out slippy and hydrodynamic, but even so, fifty of them? That must stick in the memory as the day before you felt really sore for a month or so?”Doris thought about it for a moment. “It does ring a bell. Sorry, who are you?
