After a few more minutes, she reached a flatter part of the path and slowed, peering ahead of her curiously. The forest ground spread out here, the path continuing on up an even steeper grade past the far side of a large oak tree. But another track led off at right angles to it, cutting into the hillside and bearing the marks of long, repeated usage.
Xena turned, pulling her horse out of the way of the oncoming troops. “Hold up.” She let out a yell. “Rest here a minute.” Her words were welcomed, not unexpectedly, but she ignored the mutters of relief as she ducked past the first of the men and explored the side track.
A soft crackle behind her made her pause after she got a few steps down it. She felt no impending danger, however, and when she glanced back she wasn’t surprised to see Gabrielle at her heels. Ah. Was that it? The little muskrat could sneak up on her because she realized she was safe? “Where do you think you’re going?” She asked, with a smile.
“Wherever you are.” Gabrielle answered promptly, peeking past her shoulder. “Wow... it’s pretty up here.”
Xena looked at her. “No, it isn’t.” She replied. “It’s wet, it’s cold, half the leaves are dead, and there’s a slug on your shoulder.”
Gabrielle jumped and brushed at her arm, then relaxed and looked at the queen. “That was mean.”
“Oo... you sweet talker you.” Xena chortled, leaning to one side and giving her a kiss. “You say the nicest things to me.”
The queen turned and continued her investigation, moving wet leaves aside as she edged sideways up the overgrown path. She spotted a mossy rock wall ahead and grunted, then pushed a branch out of the way and found what she was looking for.
Damn it.
With an aggrieved sigh, Xena looked up at the gray sky. She felt a few bits of sleet hit her, and then a few more, the increasing volume timed with a pick up of the wind.
They hadn’t gone nearly far enough. She’d wanted to be on the other side of the mountain already, but the weather and the long climb had prevented them from making the kind of forced march she really wanted to push for.
If she kept going, they might or might not find a resting spot for the night in the few hours of daylight left to them.
However. Xena put her hands on her hips. Here, she had a cave ready to hand, with an opening big enough for the horses, and the damn wagons to enter. It promised shelter from the storm, and a good, solid, defensible position she didn’t have to worry about being attacked in.
Damn it.
“What’s in there?” Gabrielle was slipping around her and peering into the dark opening. “Is that a cave?”
“Tell me you’re a cave virgin.” Xena drawled. “G’wan.”
“Well...” Gabrielle explored further. “This is my first big one.”
“Not surprising. You got a habit starting at the top.” The queen turned and walked back down the path. “Don’t get lost. We’re going to stop here for the night.” She didn’t wait for an answer, instead, she continued back to where her men were waiting. “All right.” She snarled. “Listen up!”
All the soldiers turned and faced her. Behind them, the servants huddled near the wagons, plainly exhausted. They watched her with weary, wary eyes.
“From here on, we run.” Xena barked.
Then she waited. Her men managed to all groan without making a sound or moving a muscle. The servants at the back merely stared in shock.
“Just kidding.” The queen smiled at them. “You got lucky. I found shelter. Up there.” She pointed towards the path. “We’re going to let this storm pass over, and whenever it does, we move on. I don’t care if it’s moon highest.”
Brendan blew a lock of gray hair out of his eyes.
“Get moving.” Xena turned her back and walked back to the path, taking hold of her horse’s reins and leading him towards the cave. She still wasn’t happy about stopping so soon, but Xena also wasn’t stupid and she realized continuing to travel in these conditions was a bad idea.
All it would take is one tired drover making a mistake, and sending a wagon backwards to lose supplies, valuable animals, and probably a few extra servants as well. Xena hated wasting time, but she hated waste even more.
So, they would stop. “Brendan, put someone outside the cave. I want to know when this damn weather stops.” She ordered, as her captain came even with her. “We’re sitting ducks up here, and every candlemark gives those bastards time to plot against me.”
“Aye, Mistress.” Brendan agreed briskly. “We’ll do that.” He glanced up. “Should turn cold when she passes. Better start up some fires to get the cloth dry.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Xena instinctively ducked to enter the cave, even though the opening was more than sufficient to clear her height. Inside, she blinked and slowed, to let her eyes accustom themselves to the darkness, then she strode forward as she spotted Gabrielle standing in the center of the large space.
“Wow.” Her slave said, simply, as she stood looking up. “It’s so pretty.”
“Here you go again.” Xena looked up, seeing nothing but stalagmites hanging from the ceiling. “Gabrielle, it’s just a cave.”
Behind her, the space was filling with her army and the rest of the travelers. Xena took Gabrielle’s arm and gave her a tiny shove towards the back of the cavern. “C’mon. Let’s go see if we can find someplace that’s not going to smell like mules.”
Gabrielle peered in the direction she was being guided, and saw little other than shadows and more darkness. “Um…” She squinted. “It’s dark.”
“Sissy.” Xena merely tugged her along, her boots crunching slightly over the rock and sand strewn floor. The cave traveled on towards the rear, its walls narrowing. She turned a corner and found what she was looking for, a nook more than large enough for the two of them, cozy and very, very dark. “Ah.”
“Ah.” Gabrielle whispered softly.
“Perfect.” Xena pronounced. “All it needs is a pile of nice, soft furs and a bottle of wine.”
The slave exhaled, moving a little closer to the queen. “Um…”
“Okay, a bottle of wine and a couple of venison steaks.” Xena teased. “I hear you grumbling.”
Gabrielle tried not to lose control of her breathing. “Ah... no, it’s not… “She felt the walls closing in on her and she tried very hard to ignore the sensation. “I just... um… “
Xena’s hand touched her cheek, feeling very warm. “Gabrielle.” The queen’s voice came right out of the darkness. “You’re not afraid of the dark, are you?”
There was a very long silence, there in that corner of the cave, where the sounds of the army making the best camp they could echoed around them.
“Yes.” Gabrielle finally answered. “I am.” She added, in a shaky voice. “Little, dark places... I just… I’m sorry.”
Xena could hardly imagine it. What was it like to be afraid of something? She wondered. “Brendan!” Her voice lifted. “Get me a damn torch!”
“Aye!”
Xena draped an arm over Gabrielle’s shoulders. “You know what I’m afraid of?”
Gabrielle took a few breaths before she answered. “No.” She said. “I can’t imagine you being afraid of anything.”
“Spiders.” The queen admitted, in a whisper. “Hate em.”
“Really?” Gabrielle whispered back.
“Yeah.” Xena turned as Brendan appeared, along with a guttering, orange torch that sent weird shadows everywhere. “Thanks.”
“My pleasure, Mistress.” The captain told her. “Had to use the pitch to light’ er – most the rest are soaked through, Going to be Hades own problem to dry em.”
“Do what you have to. Get everything as dry as you can.” Xena ordered. “I don’t want anyone taking down with the coughing sickness. Anyone starts that; I’ll cut their throats out. Got me?”
“Mistress.” Brendan ducked his head and disappeared, leaving them in an orange glow.
“Now.” Xena held the torch up, examining the small pocket. “What do you think?”
Gabrielle slowly opened her eyes, and then exhaled in relief. The small, close space she’d been imagining turned out to be a reasonably sized, though low roofed chamber, with a soft, sandy floor and walls that held a hint of sparkling glitter in them. It even had a little rock shelf on one side you could put things on. “Oh.” The slave relaxed. “It’s nice.” She said. “Well, as nice as a rock cave could be, I mean.”
Xena found a place in the rock for her to stick the torch, and she did so. Her eyes followed the smoke critically, watching it waft along the ceiling and then escape into the bigger chamber. “Could be worse.” She acknowledged. “Least I don’t have to worry about some jackass coming down in the middle of the night on top of me.”
Gabrielle had walked to the wall and touched it, admiring the soft glitter. At Xena’s words she turned. “I’d never let that happen.” She said firmly.
Xena just looked at her.
“I’d scream really loud, at least.” The slave added, keeping a straight face.
“Was that a joke?”
Gabrielle lifted her hand and waggled it. Then she walked over and gave the queen a hug. “Thanks for understanding.” She said. “About me being scared.”
The queen wrinkled her nose. “I don’t.” She admitted. “But a torch is a cheap solution. C’mon. Let’s get comfortable.” She wrapped an arm around Gabrielle and started back into the main cavern. “And hope this damn rain stops.”
**
But it didn’t stop. Gabrielle found herself a spot near the entrance and curled up against the rocks to watch as the hard, flinty sleet slowly changed to snowflakes. The pattering slowed as the flakes began to fall, drifting across the entrance to the cave.
The air blowing in with it was cold, and she tucked her hands under her arms. The gray light outside was dimming, and she knew night would be upon them soon. Though the wait was aggravating Xena, she was glad the snow was coming down just like everyone else in the cave was.
She was tired. Gabrielle rested her head against the rock, licking her lips a little. Her belly was full of stew, at least, and she’d gotten the queen’s things settled in the nook she’d picked out but now she barely had energy enough to hold her head upright.
Adventures, she decided, had their downsides.
She watched the snowflakes drop, allowing the almost rhythm of them to lull her into a sense of peace. Watching them, she could almost believe she was back home, on a winter day in the barn after all her chores were done.
Then there had been a small bit of time she’d had for her own, before dinner, when she could sit and just let her imagination run where it would. When the stories came to her, like old friends sneaking in for a visit just to cheer her up.
“Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess.” Gabrielle murmured the words with a wry smile. “Remember that story you used to tell Lila? About the princess who went out in the world in search of her perfect prince?”
How they’d argued over what was perfect.
“Hey.”
Gabrielle turned and looked up, to find Xena behind her, leaning against the wall. The queen’s tall figure was backlit by the fire burning smokily in the center of the cavern and it threw her face into half shadow. Her eyes, though, stood out as they always did. “Hi.”
“Some reason you’re sitting over here?” Xena asked. “Didn’t think you were the loner type.”
The slave circled her knees with both arms. “No, I’m not. It’s just really crowded over there, and the fire was making my eyes tear.” She said. “So I thought I’d just rest here for a while.”
Xena turned and pressed her back against the wall, studying the falling snow with a sour expression. “We are not amused.” She remarked.
“We aren’t?” Gabrielle eased over slightly, just enough to allow her shoulder to touch Xena’s knee. The warmth felt good, and the intangible tingle she felt being in the queen’s presence felt even better. “I think snow’s a lot prettier than freezing rain, don’t you?”
“No.” Xena shook her head. “It’s keeping me from what I want. Nothing is pretty that keeps me from what I want. Are we fairly clear on that?”
Gabrielle leaned her head against the queen’s thigh, watching the snow come down harder. “I used to catch snowflakes on my tongue.” She said. “Did you know each one of them is completely different? There aren’t any duplicates.”
Xena scratched her nose. Then she looked down at Gabrielle. “You would know that.”
The slave exhaled. “Was there something you wanted me to do?” She asked. “I think I got all your stuff done.”
“No.” The queen replied. “I just finished badgering my men and scaring all the servants. I was bored. I missed you.”
Gabrielle laid her cheek against Xena’s knee and gazed up at her, a smile finding its way onto her face. “Did you really?”
Now it was the queens’ turn to study the snowflakes for a while. “You know.” Xena finally answered. “That’s a damn good question.” She extended a hand down. “C’mon. Let’s go figure out the answer.”
Gabrielle took her hand, and found herself lifted to her feet with almost no effort on her part. She paused to stretch out her sore legs, and then she followed Xena as they walked across the cavern.
In the center, the fire pit held a pot still steaming with the remnants of the stew that had fed everyone. The servants were still circled around it, finishing what was left in wooden trenchers and scraping the last drop out with bits of road bread.
Around the fire the troops were camped, except for half a dozen of them who were station right next to the cavern opening. Behind them, near the walls, the servants had set up their meager bedrolls next to where the animals were bedded down.
It really didn’t smell as bad as that sounded, Gabrielle acknowledged. After all, the animals had been washed by rainwater all day long, and she was used to the scent of manure. It was a weird mixture with venison stew, though, and her nose twitched at the oddly conflicting scents that assailed her the further she went into the cavern.
What she did notice, though, was that no one seemed to be standing on ceremony here in the cave. Though Xena walked right through their midst, there was no scraping and bowing that preceded or followed the queen’s progress.
Not that everyone wasn’t watching Xena, of course. Gabrielle caught the furtive glances as she walked behind the queen. It was more like the ceremonies of the court were suspended while they were on their journey. She wondered if that was a rule that Xena had set down, or something else.
She hoped it was a rule. It seemed like something pretty common sense, and she liked to think that for all her talk, Xena had a lot of really solid common sense to her. Even when she did horrible things, she seemed to have some kind of internal reason for them, and though often Gabrielle had trouble coping with the things she did the fact that she did them for at least her own causes seemed comforting.
They passed between two rows of neatly parked wagons, which formed a sort of barrier that separated the main cavern from where Xena had chosen to rest. In front of the wagons were a row of guard, and as they went through the line of them, Gabrielle realized the guards were there to protect them.
From the rest of the army and the servants? She looked up at Xena as they rounded the crack in the rocks and entered their area. “Xena?”
“Yeeesss?” The queen adjusted one of the torches, and nodded in satisfaction. “That should be all right.”
Gabrielle changed her mind, and decided to ask another question instead. “It’s pretty safe back here, huh?”
Xena put her hands on her hips and turned in a circle, then shrugged. “Depends on what you mean by safe.” She answered. “It gives Brandon warm and fuzzies because he can have some slugs lie down out there and pretend to protect me.”
“You’re into slugs today, huh?”
The queen chuckled. “I found two on my saddle on the way up here. Weather.” She shook her head. “Hate those things.” She added. “So from that perspective, it’s safe. If we have an avalanche on the other hand, we’re probably royally screwed.”
“Ah.”
Xena chuckled again. “Don’t worry. If you have to die under a pile of rocks with me, I’ll at least make it worth your while.”
Gabrielle digested this. “So…” She cleared her throat. “Is that where they royally screwed comes in?”
The queen had been removing something from her saddlebag, and now she stopped in mid motion, and turned her head to peer at her slave. “That.” She pointed. “Was a joke, and not only a joke, but a sex joke. I’m getting to you.”
The slave felt herself blush, but she smiled, wondering if Xena knew just how basely true that statement was. “So... those soldiers are for show out there?” She pointed behind her.
Xena leaned back against the rock shelf and crossed her legs at the ankle. “Yeah… I don’t really expect anyone here to come after me in the middle of the night with a bone knife.” She said. “But ya never know, Gabrielle. Plenty of people in those kitchens were on Bregos side, and if they got the opportunity? Why not?”
“Oh.”
“Anyway.” Xena picked up Gabrielle’s staff, which she’d tucked away near her small pile of belongings. “Here. Take this.” She tossed it to the slave.
“Now?” Gabrielle managed to grab it and not let it drop.
“Yes, now.” Xena removed a spear, denuded of its sharp end from a crook in the wall and walked towards her. “You wanted to learn how to fight, well put up your stick, muskrat. I’m gonna teach you.”
Oh boy. Gabrielle tried to muster up some energy. It was tough, but she took a few breaths and clenched her hands a couple of times and lifted the stick up, facing Xena warily. “Okay.” She said. “But I don’t think I’m going to be much good.”
“No?” Xena studied her. “Why not?” She leaned on her spear. “Sticks the right size, and you’re not that much of a weakling, are you?”
Gabrielle put the end of her staff down. “Not usually… but, I... um... “She exhaled and braced her shoulders back, lifting her stick up again. “I’m ready.”
Xena took the staff out of her hands with a motion so fast, she didn’t even see it. “No, you’re not.” The queen commented mildly. “Let me tell you something.” She booted the fallen staff up to one hand, and then tossed it back to the slave. “Fights don’t wait for you to be ready for them. If you can handle this when you’re worn out, it makes doing it when you’re rested a Hades of a lot easier.”
Oh. Gabrielle shook her hands, which stung uncomfortably, and lifted the staff again. “That sort of makes sense.”
“Sort of??” Xena walked over, tucking her spear away. “Okay, first lesson.” She took hold of the staff, and adjusted its level, bringing the right end up slightly higher than the left. “Spread your legs.”
Gabrielle looked down, then up. Her eyebrows lifted.
“For balance.” Xena laughed. “Not everything I say has to do with sex, you little muskrat.” She booted Gabrielle’s feet apart to shoulder width, and pulled her forward a little. “You have to balance your body two ways. Right and left, and forward and back. So you can move any way if you need to.”
Gabrielle frowned. “I don’t…”
“Think about a big rock.” Xena interrupted her impatiently. “The rock sits in your gut.” She said. “That’s your center of balance. Once you figure that out, that’s where you move from.”
A rock? The slave swayed a little, trying to figure out what Xena was getting at. It was so alien to anything she’d ever done; she hardly knew where to start.
“Bend your knees a little.” Xena tapped the side of her knee with the spear. “Lean forward.”
Obediently, she did so, and as she rocked forward, something…it was so strange. Her weight came forward onto her thigh muscles and her back straightened and it just felt…
Right. She had no words for it. It was almost an echo of memory of something she knew she’d never done.
“Good!” Xena praised her. “I think you got it!”
Yeah. Gabrielle managed a smile. The question was, though... now what was she going to do with it? Looking at the grin on Xena’s face, she suspected she’d find out in very, very short order.
**
Oh, Xena, what the Hades have you gotten yourself into? The queen washed her hands from the silver basin placed neatly on the rock ledge, drying her long fingers with the linen set next to it. Teaching Gabrielle to fight was going to be like teaching a pig to sing, and she hated bad singing.
The girl just had no clue. Xena had realized almost immediately that her young pupil was lacking in the one thing a fighter had to have in order to fight – aggression. So she’d changed her tactics, and instead had just taught Gabrielle how to hold the staff so that she could defend herself from someone attacking her.
That had been more successful. But it still was going to take a long, long time. Xena glanced behind her. Gabrielle was seated on the rock ledge nearby, holding the staff, and frowning at it – small motions indicating she was trying to work out what Xena had told her.
“Hey, Xena?” Gabrielle stood up and lifted the staff again. Her hands were spaced at shoulder width on it, and she moved it up and down in front of her. “How do you know again if the bad guys are trying to hit you from top or bottom?”
This was your idea, remember that. Xena walked over and faced her. “You have to figure out what the bad guy is doing.” She lifted her hands as though she had a sword in them. “If I’m gonna cut your legs off, I do this.” She set her balance and swiped down and to the left.
Hesitantly, Gabrielle lowered the staff, to intercept the imaginary weapon. The end of the big stick ended up around her knees, meeting the line of Xena’s hands.
“Right.” Surprised, Xena straightened. “Now, if I was gonna split your head open, I’d do this.” She lifted her cocked hands over her head and swept downward.
Gabrielle’s eyes widened and she got the stick up and took a step back instinctively. “But…” She jumped a little as Xena’s fists thumped against her weapon, bouncing off a little as the flexible staff rebounded from the strike.
“Hey, that’s not bad.” The queen complimented her. “You might survive an extra minute now.” She added. “You did right to step back. That helps you take the force and stay balanced.”
“It does?” Gabrielle glanced down. “I didn’t do it on purpose.”
Xena chuckled wryly. She tapped the staff with her hands. “If it feels right, do it.”
Gabrielle considered that. She lowered her staff and examined the surface. “Won’t the sword cut through this, though?” The slave asked. “It’s just wood.”
Ah. Not a bad question. Xena studied the staff. “We’ll have to harden it.” She said. “But the trick is you don’t let the edges get stuck in it. You have to move it faster than the slugs coming at you are.” She took the staff from her. “Like this.”
Gabrielle stepped back and watched, wide eyed as the queen went through a series of motions, the speed of them so incredible it made the air inside the cavern sing. “Holy pig butts.” She blurted, as the edge of the staff whipped out and back, striking an invisible attacker’s head.
Xena’s blue eyes twinkled at her. “Just blocking won’t do ya much good, muskrat. You have to hit back.” She handed Gabrielle the staff. “Otherwise, you’re just sitting there waiting for him to hack you to death.”
The slave took the stick from her, feeling the warmth of Xena’s touch on the wood as she curled her fingers around it. “I’m no sure I can do that.” She admitted. “I don’t like hurting people.”
“Yeah.” Xena ruffled her hair briskly. “I can see that. But if you want to learn this, either get over it, or whittle that into kindling. Your choice.” Even with all that, Xena acknowledged silently that she’d enjoyed the lesson more than she’d expected to.
Maybe it was that brand new, empty slate thing. She’d always had a thing for virgins.
“Well.” Gabrielle set the staff into a nook in the corner. “Anyway, it makes a good walking stick. Thanks for showing me how to use it, Xena.”
“Anytime.” The queen smiled quietly to herself.
A sudden rash of shouts in the outer chamber caught their attention. Xena tossed the towel she’d picked up again down and headed for the opening, the angry tones making her senses bristle.
Gabrielle froze for a second, and then she picked up her big stick and followed. She could hear the escalating noise as she caught up to the queen’s fast moving form and they emerged from between the wagons in time to see two soldiers standing near the fire with one of the servants held firmly by the arms between them.
“Ya little thief! Let me burn the dinars outta ya!” One of the soldiers yelled, pulling the man closer to the fire. The man twisted in his grasp and cried out, but the two soldiers were more than his match. “Teach you to rob us, scum!”
Xena paused and let her hand rest on the edge of the wagon, watching with interest. She felt something impact her between the shoulder blades, and the next thing she knew Gabrielle was poking her head from around her right side, grasping her staff and looking past her at the fracas. “Did you just hit me with that thing?”
“Xena, look!” Gabrielle grasped her arm. “What are they doing?”
“Applying field justice.” The queen told her, unperturbed.
The slave gasped, as they forced the man to his knees. “Aren’t you going to stop them?”
Xena looked at her. “Why would I?” She asked. “They caught the idiot stealing, he deserves what he gets.”
Gabrielle stared at the tableau. The other servants had escaped away from the fire, and only soldiers surrounded the man. “But… “She searched for a reason, an excuse… “What if he’s not guilty?”
“Gabrielle, they caught him stealing.” The queen frowned. “These guys don’t have imaginations. That’s why they like your stories, remember?”
“But…”
“Shh.”
“Can’t you just make sure?” The slave whispered.
Xena tipped her head back and regarded the now smoke stained ceiling plaintively. Then she shook her head and stepped out from the shadows, raising her fingers to her lips and letting out a whistle as she walked forward.
About to shove the servant’s head into the fire, the soldiers stopped at the sound and froze. They straightened and stepped back as Xena entered the immediate circle of the fire, their backs bracing in respect as they stood at attention. “Majesty!”
“That’d be me. What do you have here?” Xena asked shortly.
The servant, chest heaving in panic, eyes widened in terror, just kept his head down and his gaze averted from her. He was dressed in the clothes of a drover, and his legs were the bowed arcs of a long time rider.
“Bastard snuck up and stole my kit, Majesty.” The soldier on the left stated. He held out the kit to her. “Found it by his gear.”
Xena took the kit. It was stamped with her sigil, and she could see its twin on almost every soldier’s bedroll of she looked around. She opened it and looked inside. It held a typical scramble of flint and tinder, sharpening stones, and other minutiae of a fighter’s lifestyle. Her eyes lifted to the drover. “Pick his head up. I hate talking to lice.”
With a grimace, the soldier wrapped his fingers in the man’s hair and pulled his head back, forcing him to face the queen.
Xena held the kit up. “Did you steal this?” She was aware, at the very fringe of her perception, of Gabrielle creeping up and watching from behind the first circle of men.
“Never s…saw it.” The man ground out from between clenched teeth.
The queen hefted the kit. “So, it grew legs and walked to your bedroll and snuggled up because you smelled like its mama?” She tossed the kit back to its owner.
The man just looked sullenly at her.
Xena crossed over to him and struck like a snake, her hand catching him in the throat as she lifted him up onto his toes. “I...” She snarled. “Asked you a question.” Her fingers tensed, and the veins under them jumped and pulsed. “Did. You. Steal. This.”
The man struggled to breathe, his legs shaking. “I…”
“Faster.” Xena shook him viciously, rattling his teeth together. “Patience is a virtue. We all know how virtuous I am.”
“I... I didn’t!” The man choked out. “Twas there… when I got back from the fire! I swear it!”
His breath was offensive. Xena punched him hard with her free hand and released his throat as he dropped to the ground unconscious. Then there was silence as the men waited, looking at each other as she wiped her hands off on her shirt and let her hands fall to her hips.
Gabrielle eased through the line of men and came to her side, wrapping her hands around her new staff and leaning on it as she looked down at the drover. “He said he didn’t take it.” She murmured.
Xena wrinkled her nose expressively. “If I was holding your throat, choking you and you knew stealing meant death, and I asked you if you stole something, what would you say?”
“You mean if I really took it?” Gabrielle asked. “I think I would just say so.”
“Figures.”
“I mean, how would he know if you weren’t going to kill him anyway?” Gabrielle lowered her voice to an almost whisper. “If he lied, you’d kill him, right?”
Xena shifted. “Right.”
“So... if I was going to die either way. I think I’d rather die telling the truth.”
Дата добавления: 2015-09-29; просмотров: 30 | Нарушение авторских прав
| <== предыдущая лекция | | | следующая лекция ==> |