The race began once more; but this time Ruth knew that there would be no
escape. She aimed directly at Rhea’s head. “Mike, what’s going on?” She sat up, groggily rubbing
her eyes. "You'll be as good as your word, my charmer," whispered the executioner. Ladies with weapon’s on ’em. Don’t
touch the handle, Annabel! Curse the thing, you’ve jammed it now. The room was worse than pokey, it was shabby; and the view from the
window, of chimney pots and slate roofs, wholly uninspiring. ’
‘What are you about now, child?’ demanded Martha apprehensively. Her long arms handled the sword with a memorized
ease and grace. “Of course. The picture in her mind altered and she saw again the way
Gerald had looked with consternation upon the bruises he had inflicted on her
wrist. Gerald would certainly have demanded back his sword.
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