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Chapter Four: Don Luis Saves Face

If the child was born it had not cried yet. It would provide him with an heir and a means of punishing her. Suddenly the marquis straightened up from the knees and leaned forward.

The red wine upon Don Luis face and clothes looked as if first blood had already been drawn. Few travelers stopped here and when they did, only by necessity.

Lucia wrapped her as it grew ever colder in her own cloak.
Buried in the Alps, buried do you understand?

He sent Maria and Lucia to the turret room.
Pardon, monsieur, said the footman, but there is blood on your face.

But the ingenuity of the clergy was again equal to the occasion.