They moved fast. She pushed between the pews, hoping to reach the sword first, while desperately holding on to her petticoats to keep them up, as her sword arm wavered. “I do,” Anna answered. It is the horse of the priest, you understand, and—and he does not know that I have borrowed it. It warms me, and lights me, and fills my world with flowers. "I have nothing to forgive. The door crashed back against the wall inside and both men hurtled into the room, weapons at the ready—and stopped dead.
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