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No, I say.I would rather kill you.

The woman screams in pain.She has cut me

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

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

No

He moves closer still. The tip of his blade dangles three feet from my face-I could almost reach out, without moving my feet, and take it from him. But I am too much the good sport, and I don't want Dante to see me as a supernatural being. Then I might have to kill him as well. It is funny, how I know Dante, without even being introduced to him.

He moves closer still. The tip of his blade dangles three feet from my face-I could almost reach out, without moving my feet, and take it from him. But I am too much the good sport, and I don't want Dante to see me as a supernatural being. Then I might have to kill him as well. It is funny, how I know Dante, without even being introduced to him.

My compliments, he says.

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.

The woman screams in pain.She has cut me

Then you agree to leave? I say.

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?

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.

No

No

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

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

All right, cold woman, he says as he turns to leave.I am no match for you. But he has hardly turned his back on me when he spins and tries to take off my head with his sword. Ducking, I thrust forward and plant my blade in his abdomen. There I leave it as I back off a few steps. He is still regaining his balance from his failed attack. He stares down at my knife in amazement. I don't know if he understands yet that his wound is fatal.

The woman screams in pain.She has cut me

He moves closer still. The tip of his blade dangles three feet from my face-I could almost reach out, without moving my feet, and take it from him. But I am too much the good sport, and I don't want Dante to see me as a supernatural being. Then I might have to kill him as well. It is funny, how I know Dante, without even being introduced to him.

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

But since he now knows I am a woman, he cannot walk away. Sicilian pride-he finally draws his sword and points it in my direction.

The woman screams in pain.She has cut me

No, I say.I would rather kill you.

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