” “How?” “Well—a little clumsily. His legs were fine and strong, he told her that he had been a warrior in ancient times, to which she snorted in disgust. With a drawn cutlass in one hand and a cocked pistol in the other, Blueskin rushed up stairs. She wondered if he was already tired of her, if he would rudely push her away as one would a prostitute.
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