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A hand touched my shoulder. I looked up to see Elise standing over me, holding both the sword and the cross. When she spoke, her voice trembled. “I tried to watch over ye, but I didn’t know he was hiding here. I ran in when I heard the fight, and I saw ye hit him. Whatever will we do with him?”
I had an idea. Taking the cross from her, I slipped it over my head. Then I took her scarf and bound his hands, and for good measure I gagged him with his own silk handkerchief. I motioned for her to take his feet, and I lifted his shoulders.
With my hands I can speak three languages. One was the movements used by the monks. The second was with a quill and paper. It was with the third that I hoped to reach Sharp.
