She looked at him as he fingered a small switch on the side of the helicopter’s door. “Take off your tunic. “You were born for great things,” he said huskily. His fingers cherished the hilt of his sword and his eyes were on his friend and superior, ready at his back to do whatever was needed. Contests were held every year, the type of which depended on her caprice. In the obscurity in which it was now seen, it looked like a prison, and, indeed, it was Jonathan's fancy to make it resemble one as much as possible. But none ever puts his foot on this boat. "I had no thought of injuring your wife, and would have died rather than commit so foul a crime.
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