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

The woman screams in pain.She has cut me

My compliments, he says.

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.

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.

He is no friend of mine, the fair man says.Do with him what you wish.

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.

My compliments, he says.

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.

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.

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 move well, he says.

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

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.

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.

He is no friend of mine, the fair man says.Do with him what you wish.

Then you agree to leave? I say.

The woman screams in pain.She has cut me

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.

You move well, he says.

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

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