The Witch from the Sea

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dreaming and yet I was aware of the changes in my body.
    It was impossible. Gingerly I knelt on the bed and drew aside the curtains. It was the light of day I saw which had fallen against them and lightened them. I stepped out of the bed. My clothes lay in a heap on the floor. I looked at my body and saw the bruises on it.
    I knew then.
    He came through a door of what must have been an ante-room to this chamber. He had a robe round his body beneath which I guessed he was naked. I snatched up my gown and held it against me.
    “Such modesty is becoming,” he said.
    He laughed and he was the man at the inn then, in all his arrogant triumph. If I had had any doubts before I could no longer do so.
    “I must know what happened,” I said.
    “Do you not remember?”
    “What was in my wine?”
    “A little of my special … tonic.”
    “You must be possessed by the devil.”
    “It is not unlikely.”
    “You … you arranged this.”
    “It happened.”
    “My father will kill you.”
    “I believe him to be a man who is very handy with the sword. I have a similar reputation.”
    “Do you think you will be allowed to do … what you have done and not be punished? You will die for this.”
    “I was very gallant. Nothing was done against your will.”
    “I had no will.”
    “Then how could it have been done against it?”
    “What have you done to me?”
    “Made a woman of you, Linnet. What a foolish name. A little bird. There is nothing of the bird about you. You are a very tigress in your passion.”
    “My passion …”
    “Oh, it was there. You were not displeased to be so taken. Believe me. It was a great experience for us both.”
    “Will you go away. I wish to dress and leave this place at once.”
    “That’s a pity. We were so happy together … you and I. And I have news for you. Your mother is at your home. I sent messengers there last night reassuring her that you were safe …”
    “Safe!”
    “Safe indeed. I said you would be returned to her this day.”
    I turned away from him. “Oh God,” I murmured, “what shall I do?”
    “There are several courses open to you. I will tell you the most attractive first. I am in need of a wife and having tested you I find you well enough.”
    “You are insulting and I would rather be dead.”
    “You are impetuous. You were not so very unhappy last night. You responded very happily.”
    “I remember nothing and at least I can be grateful for that!”
    “You will remember. Memory will lurk in the dark places of your mind. The little virgin that you were does not want to remember. But you have forgotten you are no longer that little virgin. You were eager enough, I tell you, and who was I to deny a lady whose needs accord with my own?”
    “Be silent!”
    “You must not speak so to your lord and master.”
    “That you shall never be.”
    “Why not? We may well be an impatient couple who have forestalled our marriage vows.”
    “This is a nightmare. It can’t be true.”
    “It is and a simple enough story. You came here. You drank too much wine and that released your natural impulses. As I have told you, I am not the man—nor would you find many—to refuse what was so charmingly offered. You will never find a lover such as I. Nor one who gallantly offers you marriage after what many would call your wanton behaviour. Come, do not be shy. I have seen you naked, remember. And beautiful you are, and will grow more so. What is it to be? How would you like to become the châtelaine of Castle Paling?”
    “Go away,” I said. “I wish to go. I will not stay a moment longer than I need in this place.”
    To my surprise he stood up and bowed.
    He said: “You must eat before we leave. I will have something prepared for you. Then I shall take you back to your home.”
    I was alone. I looked at the bed, the curtains drawn back at one side. I shuddered. What a fool I had been. I should never have come here. How clear it all was now. I should have seen it. What a

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