"I said that he offered to take... to take and protect the bait. I was the bait, Maximus. My blood was wiped on trees, left on the ground. Enough for the beast to smell, enough to lead it to us. The priest died from the wounds he received, protecting me as the trap was sprung."
Too much spice. Definitely too much spice. She could taste it, smell it. And she can only look at Horvath in short glances.
"Monsieur le Comte is a man of many moods, most of them dark. But few words. He walked me up the steps, told me that you were waiting within. And then he kissed my forehead and told me that he would give his wife - my adopted mother - my regards. But he was the one to bind my wound, tearing his own shirt to do so and allowing none other to care for me but himself. And he was the one who went through the forest after, destroying each and every drop of my blood or washing it away, so that none remained."
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Date: 2015-03-07 12:24 am (UTC)Too much spice. Definitely too much spice. She could taste it, smell it. And she can only look at Horvath in short glances.
"Monsieur le Comte is a man of many moods, most of them dark. But few words. He walked me up the steps, told me that you were waiting within. And then he kissed my forehead and told me that he would give his wife - my adopted mother - my regards. But he was the one to bind my wound, tearing his own shirt to do so and allowing none other to care for me but himself. And he was the one who went through the forest after, destroying each and every drop of my blood or washing it away, so that none remained."
"He is a dark man, Maxim; but not a bad one."