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My compliments, he says.

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

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?

Then you agree to leave? I say.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

No, I say.I would rather kill you.

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

Then you agree to leave? I say.

What have you done? he gasps as blood begins to show around my knife. Dropping his sword, he reaches down and pulls out the knife with both hands. Bad move-now the blood spurts out, over his hands and onto the ground. He still cannot comprehend that I have defeated him.You witch

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.

No, I say.I would rather kill you.

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

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?

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

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.

What have you done? he gasps as blood begins to show around my knife. Dropping his sword, he reaches down and pulls out the knife with both hands. Bad move-now the blood spurts out, over his hands and onto the ground. He still cannot comprehend that I have defeated him.You witch

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.

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

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