Take your filthy hands off of me, you stinking bastard!" Isabella snarled, her anger so great she did not register the terrible surroundings of the dungeon. She struggled in the strong grip of the villain who pushed her forwards.
"If you dare scratch me I will break your wrist like a twig," he barked. To underline the menace he hardened the grip of his fat but strong right hand in which her petite hands almost vanished.
"Ahh... you will regret this," the comtessa hissed at him between clenched teeth. "How dare you..."
"Stop this now..." Slowly the monk in the robes of the Dominican order turned away from the warming fire and looked into the room. "..and let her go... for now!"
With a sigh of relief Isabella straightened up and massaged her aching hands.
"What is the meaning of this? How dare you imprison me? Don’t you know who I am? And my clothes! Give them back to me at once so I can get rid of these stinking disgusting rags! I..."
"I have been told that you have worn male clothes... more evidence of your guilt?"
"GUILT? Are you insane, priest? I was riding in my forest, and for a ride male clothes are a bit more practical than wide robes! I want them back. AT ONCE!"
"You seem to misunderstand your situation, Milady. You are accused of practicing witchcraft... and you have been brought here for your trial.!"
"That... that is ridiculous! And fully illegal! Men clothed as bandits – men who didn’t show any official sign – kidnapped me. There was no public accusation, no due process. I..."
"Save your breath and listen if you want to end this in a good way. We have enough for a tribunal but I don’t want to harm you...at least not harm you more than necessary."
"Ah, yes?" She stared at him furiously. "So I suppose I should thank you now for allowing me to spend the night in this stinking dungeon with rats and vermin?"
"Maybe you should," the priest replied quietly. "But more important for you is to prove to me that you are willing to return to the path of Our Lord."
"I don’t have to prove anything to you! My people will kick your ass and chase you out of my country!"
"They will? Maybe... if they only knew where you were. To avoid such complications I choose the somewhat unusual way you spoke of to bring you here, Comtessa. Let’s come to the point: you sign all of your possessions over to the Holy Mother Church to prove your good will, and you will spend the rest of your life as a nun in the safe arms of our Lord.or..." Thoughtfully he touched the terrible tools hanging from hooks above the fireplace.
"Ah, that’s it...hypocritical bastards! You think, "If I just threaten the little girl a bit I can easily get everything from her," she spit out in disgust. "Forget it... since my parents were killed in your "Holy War" there were several attempts like this one... and you will not have more luck than the others before you!"
"As you wish... but I’m afraid you force me to hurt you." He looked for a moment at various devices in the room before he pointed to the rack. "Teach her that this is not a joke, Gregor. Some pain will make her more humble and help her to follow our argumentation!"
ใช้มือสกปรกของคุณออกจากฉันคุณเหม็นไอ้เธอพยายามในการยึดเกาะที่แข็งแกร่งของคนร้ายที่ผลักไปข้างหน้าของเธอถ้าคุณกล้ารอยขีดข่วน ฉันจะทำลายข้อมือของคุณเช่นกิ่งไม้ แต่ขวามือที่แข็งแกร่งของเขาที่เล็กกระทัดรัดมือของเธอเกือบจะหายไปได้อ่า "" Isabella ตรงขึ้นและนวดมือน่าปวดหัวของเธออะไรคือความหมายของการนี้หรือไม่ วิธีที่คุณกล้าขังฉัน ดอน' และเสื้อผ้าของฉัน ให้พวกเขากลับมาให้ฉันในครั้งเดียวเพื่อให้สามารถกำจัดเหล่านี้เหม็นน่าขยะแขยงดีที่สุด ฉัน "" ผมได้รับการบอกว่าคุณได้สวมใส่เสื้อผ้าชาย "" ความผิด คุณบ้าพระสงฆ์ ผมกำลังนั่งอยู่ในป่าของฉันและสำหรับการนั่งเสื้อผ้าชายเป็นบิตในทางปฏิบัติมากกว่าเสื้อคลุมกว้าง ผมต้องการให้พวกเขากลับมา Take your filthy hands off of me, you stinking bastard!" Isabella snarled, her anger so great she did not register the terrible surroundings of the dungeon. She struggled in the strong grip of the villain who pushed her forwards.
"If you dare scratch me I will break your wrist like a twig," he barked. To underline the menace he hardened the grip of his fat but strong right hand in which her petite hands almost vanished.
"Ahh... you will regret this," the comtessa hissed at him between clenched teeth. "How dare you..."
"Stop this now..." Slowly the monk in the robes of the Dominican order turned away from the warming fire and looked into the room. "..and let her go... for now!"
With a sigh of relief Isabella straightened up and massaged her aching hands.
"What is the meaning of this? How dare you imprison me? Don’t you know who I am? And my clothes! Give them back to me at once so I can get rid of these stinking disgusting rags! I..."
"I have been told that you have worn male clothes... more evidence of your guilt?"
"GUILT? Are you insane, priest? I was riding in my forest, and for a ride male clothes are a bit more practical than wide robes! I want them back. AT ONCE!"
"You seem to misunderstand your situation, Milady. You are accused of practicing witchcraft... and you have been brought here for your trial.!"
"That... that is ridiculous! And fully illegal! Men clothed as bandits – men who didn’t show any official sign – kidnapped me. There was no public accusation, no due process. I..."
"Save your breath and listen if you want to end this in a good way. We have enough for a tribunal but I don’t want to harm you...at least not harm you more than necessary."
"Ah, yes?" She stared at him furiously. "So I suppose I should thank you now for allowing me to spend the night in this stinking dungeon with rats and vermin?"
"Maybe you should," the priest replied quietly. "But more important for you is to prove to me that you are willing to return to the path of Our Lord."
"I don’t have to prove anything to you! My people will kick your ass and chase you out of my country!"
"They will? Maybe... if they only knew where you were. To avoid such complications I choose the somewhat unusual way you spoke of to bring you here, Comtessa. Let’s come to the point: you sign all of your possessions over to the Holy Mother Church to prove your good will, and you will spend the rest of your life as a nun in the safe arms of our Lord.or..." Thoughtfully he touched the terrible tools hanging from hooks above the fireplace.
"Ah, that’s it...hypocritical bastards! You think, "If I just threaten the little girl a bit I can easily get everything from her," she spit out in disgust. "Forget it... since my parents were killed in your "Holy War" there were several attempts like this one... and you will not have more luck than the others before you!"
"As you wish... but I’m afraid you force me to hurt you." He looked for a moment at various devices in the room before he pointed to the rack. "Teach her that this is not a joke, Gregor. Some pain will make her more humble and help her to follow our argumentation!"
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