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That is better than a corpse. I come closer so that I stand above him. I stick out my hand.May I have my knife back please?

I am not a witch, I say casually.I am a good Samaritan. This man you torture has done nothing to hurt you.

You foul creature the brute shouts as he dashes forward and tries to run me through. But I have sidestepped his lunge, and tripped him. As he tries to raise his head from the ground, I kneel beside him and pull his head back by the hair. My blade rests across his exposed throat, and I speak to the ugly woman and the fair man, who at least has had the wits to wait to see what I can do.

Bene. Good. I smash his face in the dirt and then release him. But he is no sooner back on his feet than his dull eyes flash with anger and he makes another try for me. Once again I sidestep the thrust of his sword, but this time I sink my blade deep into his heart and withdraw it before he can take it with him to the bloody ground. His wife cries as he lands facedown. She jumps toward me, her arms flailing, and I kill her as I killed her mate. Now there is only the fair-haired man left. Dante is muttering prayers to heaven and drooling all over his wretched face. Wiping off my knife on the sand, I stand and pull off my cap, letting my blond hair fall. It shines in the last rays of the evening sun. Fair head smiles and nods in appreciation.

I am not a witch, I say casually.I am a good Samaritan. This man you torture has done nothing to hurt you.

You are young, Pino says.Why make such a rash decision?

The brute, my knife scratching his trembling throat, is agreeable.We will be gone, he says.

He takes a step closer.My name is Pino. I would take no pleasure in killing such a beautiful woman as you. Drop your knife, and let us take pleasure in each other.

You are proud, I say.You have seen my skills. Why not withdraw? Your death will prove nothing here.

You are proud, I say.You have seen my skills. Why not withdraw? Your death will prove nothing here.

No, I say.I would rather kill you.

I have been trained by the Vatican guards, he says.You may submit to me now, or I will have your head.

He takes a step closer.My name is Pino. I would take no pleasure in killing such a beautiful woman as you. Drop your knife, and let us take pleasure in each other.

Pointing my knife at him, I laugh.I have been trained by far more experienced teachers. Leave here this instant or I will cut you badly.

Then you agree to leave? I say.

You foul creature the brute shouts as he dashes forward and tries to run me through. But I have sidestepped his lunge, and tripped him. As he tries to raise his head from the ground, I kneel beside him and pull his head back by the hair. My blade rests across his exposed throat, and I speak to the ugly woman and the fair man, who at least has had the wits to wait to see what I can do.

My compliments, he says.

Last chance, I say.Leave or die.

You are proud, I say.You have seen my skills. Why not withdraw? Your death will prove nothing here.

No

You foul creature the brute shouts as he dashes forward and tries to run me through. But I have sidestepped his lunge, and tripped him. As he tries to raise his head from the ground, I kneel beside him and pull his head back by the hair. My blade rests across his exposed throat, and I speak to the ugly woman and the fair man, who at least has had the wits to wait to see what I can do.

You move well, he says.

My compliments, he says.

Bene. Good. I smash his face in the dirt and then release him. But he is no sooner back on his feet than his dull eyes flash with anger and he makes another try for me. Once again I sidestep the thrust of his sword, but this time I sink my blade deep into his heart and withdraw it before he can take it with him to the bloody ground. His wife cries as he lands facedown. She jumps toward me, her arms flailing, and I kill her as I killed her mate. Now there is only the fair-haired man left. Dante is muttering prayers to heaven and drooling all over his wretched face. Wiping off my knife on the sand, I stand and pull off my cap, letting my blond hair fall. It shines in the last rays of the evening sun. Fair head smiles and nods in appreciation.

Then you agree to leave? I say.

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