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belief she had been taught and one she intended to live by.
    She took a few steps and stopped abruptly in front of the doorway. Mary stuck her chin up and, with rapid hand motions, did her best to convey her confidence in taking care of herself.
    He stepped closer, until their bodies almost touched. “You may think you are capable of seeing to your own safety, but you are wrong if you think you can defend yourself against Decimus. That is what I am here to do, keep you safe from him, and I will do that. No matter what it takes, I will keep you safe.”
    His forceful words impressed her. She realized then why Magnus had chosen him for the task. He had no intentions of failing. He would see to her safety even if it meant his life. And she wondered if perhaps he hated Decimus as much as she did.
    â€œWe both need rest for our journey.” He took hold of her arm and guided her gently into the shed, walked her to the pallet. “Sleep.”
    She lay on her back. The aches and pains tormented her and the cool night air had begun to creep under her meager garments, sending a chill through her. Would he join her again tonight and keep her warm? She hoped he would; she was cold and needed his warmth. Though he was a stranger, he had proven that he knew Magnus and would protect her.
    Soon he lowered himself down beside her. “Cold?”
    She nodded, eager for the warmth of his body.
    He moved up against her, his arm wrapping around her. He draped his robe over her legs and she shifted closer to him.
    â€œAt the moment we have only each other.”
    He was right and, to let him know she agreed, placed a gentle hand over his. They fell asleep and soon were wrapped together like lovers.
    â€œWake up, Mary,” a harsh voice whispered in her ear. “Wake up now.”
    She thought she was dreaming, feeling snug in her warm cocoon and not wanting to leave it. She bristled as the arm around her squeezed tighter.
    Something is wrong.
    Her eyes opened wide, daylight had just broken, the night inching back into the shadows.
    â€œSomeone approaches.”
    She listened but heard nothing.
    â€œI need to see who it is. You must remain here and not make a sound.”
    She squeezed his arm in response. As he left their shelter, she quietly moved closer to the door so that she could see if the intruders approached. She could not leave her safety completely in his hands. What if something happened to him? She had to be ready to defend herself and to flee if necessary.
    The sun continued to rise, chasing the night away along with the shadows that so often haunted the woods. She wondered about Michael’s safety. The night was his friend, the daylight his enemy. Where would he hide?
    She thought she heard a rustle of leaves and saw a movement in the thick brush. She remained still and listened then heard it again.
    Someone is out there.
    Her heart beat wildly, fright sent gooseflesh racing over her body. She feared being returned to Decimus. His insidious reputation as an inquisitor caused dread among the innocent and guilty alike, his power coming from on high—the Church.
    She did not fear death, her father’s beliefs having taught her it was a beginning not an end. It was the senseless suffering that Decimus inflicted on his victims that frightened her.
    The rustle of bushes and sudden appearance of a man had her catch her breath and hastily place a hand to her pounding heart. She recognized him, tall and hefty, with a face that would win no hearts; he was the man who had caught her in the woods and choked her.
    He approached the shed quietly and apprehensively, casting cautious glances around him. He kept his hand firm on the hilt of his knife in the sheath secured to his belt.
    Mary kept a steady watch on him, wondering where Michael had gone. She grew nervous as the man inched closer to the shed, not certain of what to do should he attempt to enter. She could not cry out but remained helpless. She