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'You may think you're the great lady but for now I'm your master.' John gave a nervous cough, then boldly stepped forward and grabbed Elizabeth's upper arm. He was a braggart like the hideous man he served, Pagnell of Waldenham, but this underling was a coward when his master wasn't present. Slowly, as if she had all the time in the world, Elizabeth turned to the man, and the coldness in her eyes made him take a step backward. 'Pleadin' with the Lord, are you?' came the voice of her captor from beside her. 'I will fight to the death,' she murmured skyward, her eyes darkening to the color of an emerald on a moonlit night.

All her life, she'd had her looks referred to as angelic and never had she looked so delicate, so serene, so much like a celestial being as she did now with her heavy hair swirling about her like some silken cloak, her ragged gown giving her the look of a Christian martyr.Д«ut the farthest thoughts from Elizabeth's mind were ones of sweetness - or of forgiving. The finery she'd worn to her friend's wedding was now shredded beyond repair, her hair loose and flowing, her cheek smudged-and her hands were crudely tied behind her back.Д®lizabeth lifted her eyes toward heaven, unblinking at the bright daylight.

A muscle in her jaw flexed and unflexed as she breathed deeply, trying to control her pounding heart.ДЄnother gust of wind blew her tangled mass of honey blonde hair away from her back and, unbeknownst to Elizabeth, one last pearl disentangled itself and slid down the torn, dirty red silk of her dress. Her green eyes were dry but her throat was swollen shut with a lump of anger and unshed tears. If what had already happened to her today and now what she faced did not sway her, no mere wind was going to break her stance. A warm gust of wind tried to force her away from the edge but she braced her legs and refused to move. Below her, seemingly tiny men walked with scythes on their shoulders, a few rode horses and one drove a team of oxen.Д«ut Elizabeth didn't really see the men because her chin was held too high and it was locked into place so rigidly that nothing was going to bring it down. Elizabeth Chatworth stood on the very edge of the steep cliff, gazing toward the sea of tall barley grasses.

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