’ ‘Uh-oh,’ came from her infuriating suitor and his eyes dropped to the weapon she was dragging from the holster under her petticoat. She tried surreptitiously to reach her own dagger, in its cunning hiding place in her petticoat. There are some islands upon which he is not permitted to land any more. In you—if you can love me—there is salvation. She saw her aunt in tears, her father white-faced and hard hit. And there arose too, a background of shouts. Can't I make you understand? Perhaps it sounds cruel to you; but we women often have to be cruel defensively. The horse-soldiers wheeled round and cleared a path: the foot closed in upon the cart. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. He had been frozen in time at age forty-two.
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