"YESSSS!"
"Preening old hag!"
"NOW you're in for it, Red!"
"What are you - *Cough!*"
"Flat on your back looks right, Miss High-And-Mighty. Now take back all that cheap trash talk."
*WHAP!*
"
"Resourceful, I grant you - but untutored. You will serve me for a year and a day. Understand?"
"Urrrrgh!"
Sandra scrambles to her feet.
"Uh... about this 'serve' thing..."
"You will do whatever I say. I have your sword."
Lord Richard rides up. "Ladies, I heard the screech of steel. Is everything all right?
...And Tarn, why are you holding two swords?"
"So that my young companion could mount. Do you not trust me, my Lord?
"My Lady, you..." He falls silent.
Soren offers the jeweled rapier. "Here, girl. And remember."
Sandra brightens. "I'm fine, M'Lord. Really! I'll be serving the lady.
Always wondered what makes 40-year-old virgins tick..."
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