Lines from the WIP: “Well, isn’t this where the archers took their aim? I imagine when they were under siege in those days the archers killed many a Tatar.” She seemed to realize what she had said the moment the word Tatar finished her thought. But she made no comment, no apology. She turned again to look out. Had the word been an arrow, he would be lying at her feet. He tried to assess her expression from her profile. Had she meant to insult? To inflict hurt? Her visage was one of innocence—why, she hadn’t even colored in the least. How to figure her? “I should like to learn how to use a bow,” she said. “Why?” “I should like to go to war. There’s talk of nothing else back in Warsaw. I should like to protect my homeland as much as the next person, man or woman.” “I could teach you.” When her eyes gazed on him, there he saw green laughter and he became certain—for the moment, at least—that she had been manipulating him JamesCMartin
Posted on: Mon, 09 Sep 2013 02:25:58 +0000
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