But whatever she may have said was lost as Gerald pinned her to the wall, the point of the sword at her throat. A-L-I-V-A—Aliva—T-R-EN—Trencher that's it. John laughed even harder, his eyes misting over. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts.
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