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

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

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.

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

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, I say.I would rather kill you.

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

Last chance, I say.Leave or die.

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 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 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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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