The villagers were thronging to church. The gun flew from his hand, clacking on the floor. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control. For the sort of love-making you think about. You have neither reason nor logic. ‘If he had, he’d have found the sword, see.
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