“Cut her throat!” Sebastian snapped. ’ ‘Ah, non?’ Her voice was neutral. She removed it. “I want a vote for myself,” she said. ” Ennison obeyed Anna’s gesture, and was silent. Mother? Suzanne Valade, her mother? With deliberation, he spoke. One learns to sit up. There was a tearing sound as the canvas gave way, and the precious portrait ripped apart as the top of the Frenchman’s head came through it. The knight and his followers crossed the threshold, leaving one of the torch-bearers behind them.
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