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“Martin,” I cried. “That ring? What did they do to you?”
“They waked me with that,” he answered quietly. “I suppose I ought to be grateful — although their intentions were not exactly — therapeutic —”
“They tortured him,” Ruth’s voice was tense, bitter; she spoke in Persian — for Norhala’s benefit I thought then, not guessing a deeper reason. “They tortured him. They gave him agony until he — returned. And they promised him other agonies that Naisten Arsenal Pelipaidat would make him pray long for Damskie Moncler Kamizelka death.
“And me — me”— she raised little clenched hands —“me they stripped like a slave. They led me through the city and the people mocked me. They took me before that swine Norhala has punished — and stripped me before him — like a slave. Before my eyes they tortured my brother. Norhala — they were evil, all evil! Norhala — you did well to slay them!”
She caught the woman’s hands, pressed close to her. Norhala gazed at her from great gray eyes Kiina in which the wrath was dying, into which the old tranquillity, the old serenity was flowing. And when she spoke the golden voice held more than returning echoes of the far-away, faint chimings.
“It is done,” she said. “And it was well done — sister. Now you and I shall dwell together in peace — sister. Or if Liverpool Dame there be those in the world from which you came that you would have slain, then you and Celtic I shall go forth with our companies and stamp them out — even as I did these.”
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And at last it was twin sister of Norhala who looked upon her from the face of Ruth!
The white arms of the woman Bayern Munich Trøjer encircled her; the glorious head bent over her; flaming tresses mingled with tender brown curls.
“Sister!” she whispered. “Little sister! These men you shall have as long as it pleases you — to do with as you will. Or if it is your wish they shall go back to their world and I will guard them to its gates.
“But you and I, little sister, will dwell together — in the vastnesses — in the peace. Shall it not be so?”
With no faltering, with no glance toward us three — lover, brother, old friend — Ruth crept closer to her, rested her head upon the virginal, royal breasts.
“It shall be so!” she murmured. “Sister — it shall be so. Norhala — I am tired. Norhala — I have seen enough of men.”
An ecstasy of tenderness, a flame of unearthly rapture, trembled over the woman’s wondrous face. Hungrily, defiantly, she pressed the girl to her; the Oscar Emboaba Pelipaidat stars in the lucid heavens of her eyes were soft and gentle links:
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