‘Never trust a gun in female hands,’ grumbled Hilary, dropping the nun’s habit and backing to join his friend. With a drawn cutlass in one hand and a cocked pistol in the other, Blueskin rushed up stairs. They left the castle that day for another, packing with them the leftovers of the troupe that followed them from place to place, never asking about the occasional disappearance of one of its unlucky members. The day had become suddenly overcast. Fool that I was to marry for beauty! I ought to have remembered that a fair woman and a slashed gown always find some nail in the way. The girl had told him distinctly that her name was Anna.
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