f my obedient nature and the fact that my mother could not be relied upon to provide the proper guidance. I saw the sand red with the blood she shed. My time of privacy lasted only a few seconds. I closed my mouth over it, cursing myself, my clumsiness, my hunger, my luck.
I was dry-mouthed and sweating. At one point she said, “Father Darnley told us you’re an outstanding huntsman,” and he replied, “One day I shot three rabbits, ’ 'So that's what that smell is,' I said. ’ 'But why?' I demanded.
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