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donnylaja heroine, thirteenth century edition

Dec 19, 2025
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“Gaspar!  Bring her here!”

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        “Ah -- your unclothed maid-of-all-work.  Her savage beauty is well known, cousin.  What is her name again?”

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        “It is a crude Anglish name, Alysoun.  I have not given her a proper one.”

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        “She bows obediently.”

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        “Yes, she is well behaved.  Though what notions reside in her half-formed mind, only God knows.”

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        “One must concede that nature by itself often produces a beauteous body.  She is like a finely bred horse.”

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        “Yes, indeed.  She is not fair white but brown, the sun having done its damage, but I see your meaning.  -- Gaspar!   Tell her to display herself! -- Note the coarseness of her hands.  She has spent a life in rough work.”

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        “I see.  And thus she was when you claimed her?”

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        “Yes.  Note her feet also.  She is a stranger to shoes and stockings.”

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        “Are you of a certainty that she cannot understand our French?”

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        “You jest.  The Anglish do not have the capacity.  Even their own rude gruntings cannot be put in writing.”

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        “Surely you know of Alfred’s Chronicle.”

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        “Yes, but the only civilized minds of that vanquished race have long since disappeared from our mortal world. -- Gaspar!  Tie her and trawl her!”

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        “What is this?  Tying her hands to the ropes?  And Gaspar using his steed to haul her on her -- belly?”

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        “Yes, it is a unique diversion.  You will see.  We will ride behind.  -- Go!  A slow pace, Gaspar!”

 
 
 

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