a quantity of saline solution as well."
"No!" cried Margarida, her right hand dabbing at the pressure cut on her scalp. "You mustn't—"
Hogg bent toward her, his blade bare in his hand. His face showed no more emotion than if he were preparing to wring the neck of a small animal for dinner.
"Hogg!" Adele shouted. "That's for Daniel to decide!"
Hogg turned and straightened. "Ma'am," he said in a trembling voice. "If the master comes back, he'll spare her for he's a gentle lad; and that's his right to do. But if he doesn't, then I'll have her heart out and this white-haired hypocrite's too—"
He kicked the Prior, not especially hard but enough to bruise regardless.
"—though you shoot me for it."
"If we don't