From there I plan to travel until I reach Columbia—but any lawless country will do. The day was unseasonably humid and dark, a thick fog having descended over manicured lawns. Not with the unavoidable explanations, and the need to secrete the sword and hide it before returning the priest’s horse to its stable—which had been her excuse for running from Martha’s protestations. Pity you aren’t under my command. A woman isn’t much freer—in reality.
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