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As Naomi pulled Isabel's hand away and Wolf pulled himself from Isabel's hand, the hand dropped. Glory, honor, and gold was what this foolish man wanted, but Isabel would not be surprised if he ended up with dishonor and death. "No," she reminded herself, "not death. That is your duty." Isabel set her jaw harshly as she realized the sort of rabble she would be protecting: an insolent drunkard with plans to rush headlong into battle.
Isabel turned to Lord Biltmore. "I suggest we leave with no more delay," she said, "else division shall arise..." she shut her mouth again, thinking the more she added the more fuel this fellow would have to burn. His very presence was trouble. Isabel had met one like him before...an unbeliever who twisted every word Isabel spoke and proclaimed it to be proof that there was "no god, not one." It had angered her then, but Isabel was determined not to be angered now.
This was difficult...she had so many retorts to throw back. Proof she was a real warrior, that causing division was poor strategy...but talking to him would be useless. Isabel turned and stepped out of the room, hoping the others would follow. Over her shoulder she threw back, "Ignore his ramblings. He is not sober." "Silence speaks," Isabel reminded herself harshly, but it was too late. At least she had spoken the truth.
Isabel turned to Lord Biltmore. "I suggest we leave with no more delay," she said, "else division shall arise..." she shut her mouth again, thinking the more she added the more fuel this fellow would have to burn. His very presence was trouble. Isabel had met one like him before...an unbeliever who twisted every word Isabel spoke and proclaimed it to be proof that there was "no god, not one." It had angered her then, but Isabel was determined not to be angered now.
This was difficult...she had so many retorts to throw back. Proof she was a real warrior, that causing division was poor strategy...but talking to him would be useless. Isabel turned and stepped out of the room, hoping the others would follow. Over her shoulder she threw back, "Ignore his ramblings. He is not sober." "Silence speaks," Isabel reminded herself harshly, but it was too late. At least she had spoken the truth.