Chapter 4
She dashes to the ledge, where the bridge had been, and peers desperately down through the dust into the empty darkness. Her tears drop down after the rubble, endlessly down.
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Chapter 4 She dashes to the ledge, where the bridge had been, and peers desperately down through the dust into the empty darkness. Her tears drop down after the rubble, endlessly down. |
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Hope evaporates from her her heart. Left in shock by the
calamity that she has witnessed, she is still gazing forlornly over the
ledge as the fiends approach around the ravine... There is no way to escape...
She contemplates throwing herself after her lost knight, and only the thought
that she would be killing not only herself but her unborn child restrains
her from such a move. |
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And now she stands, pulling her tattered dress about her;
mustering some defiant dignity. For in this moment she is free, with no
shackles about her wrists or collar about her throat. If nothing else the
knight's sacrifice has bought her this brief moment, doomed as it may be. |
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| Anguish and Horror seize her, and she screams. |
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| One of them binds her arms behind her, as another grips her by the hair. The tears run down her cheeks and the cruel coils of rope constrict her flesh | ||||||
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