Many of the soldiers dismounted, and called for drink. The race began once more; but this time Ruth knew that there would be no escape. She had a bittersweet fragrance, like dusty books and honeysuckle. But one was clearly the goddess among them, her face hidden, her body seeming to call out to me to possess it at once. "Where is the boy?" demanded Sir Rowland.
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