He made a note of the idea and stored it away. “Where is my beautiful wife?” He bellowed from the downstairs. ‘I wish you joy of the wench. His eyes were fixed upon her face, but he opened his lips twice before he spoke. Cocking the gun. ‘I will not, if you will assure me that an imbecile is a better marriage prospect than a starving pig. A big breakfast is healthier anyway, so they say. ’ He stared at the point, glanced at the fallen sword imprisoned by her foot, and only just looked back at her weapon in time to see it thrust at him again.
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