’ ‘I am afraid that there is,’ Gerald told her evenly. Particles of bullet were embedded in Rhea’s large arm as she swung across the stones in her donated legs. Already the warm sun was drawing from the pines their delicious odour. "Where is your accursed master?" demanded Blueskin, holding the sword to his throat. Ann Veronica found herself incompetent, undignified, and detestable, holding on desperately to a hardening antagonism to her father, quarrelling with him, wrangling with him, thinking of repartees—almost as if he was a brother. The horse-soldiers wheeled round and cleared a path: the foot closed in upon the cart.
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