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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.

My compliments, he says.

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?

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.

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

Pino drops to his knees, bleeding over everything.But he is a leper, he gasps.

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

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 move well, he says.

Last chance, I say.Leave or die.

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

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

My compliments, he says.

He smiles but I have angered him. He takes a swipe at me with his blade, trying to cut my left shoulder. But he misses, and another smooth swipe also fails to draw blood. He appears more puzzled than worried.

If you leave now, I say.I will let this man live.

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

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

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?

Last chance, I say.Leave or die.

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

He smiles but I have angered him. He takes a swipe at me with his blade, trying to cut my left shoulder. But he misses, and another smooth swipe also fails to draw blood. He appears more puzzled than worried.

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