what we think. Right now it matters only what we do.ââ
ââI will do what God leads me to do,ââ the novice said, trying to sound strong through the raw, burning pain atop her bandaged head.
ââListen to me, Cecille,ââ Clarimonde said, using the name sheâd heard the priest use. ââIf there is a secret way out of here, you had better take it. Iâll tell them that you managed to slip away from me.ââ
ââIf I know of such a secret way out, will you come with me?ââ Cecille asked pointedly.
Clarimonde avoided the young noviceâs eyes. ââNo, I will stay. I know what I am doing. I will keep them busy while you get away.ââ
ââWhat will they do to you?ââ the young nun asked. ââBeat you, torture you, rape you? I cannot have you suffer that for my sake.ââ
ââI would not be suffering for your sake.ââ Clarimonde continued to look away. ââBut let me worry about that when the time comes. If there is a way out of here, take it. Take it now.ââ
ââNo.ââ Cecille stood up, stepped over to a wooden trunk and lifted the lid. She took out a clay jar, set it on the table and took off the thick lid. She dipped her fingers into a thick, gray oil filled with flecks of herbs and, reaching up under her arms, rubbed it on herself. ââYou must use this,ââ she said to Clarimonde, sliding the jar toward her. ââIt is something the old Indianâs wife made for me when I traveled to the villages. It is made to repel men.ââ
The rancid smell caused Clarimonde to turn away from her again. ââNo, I wonât use it,ââ she said.
"Oh?" The novice gave her an almost accusing stare and said, ââDonât you want them to leave you alone?ââ
ââNo,ââ Clarimonde said bluntly, âânot if it means letting them see I have done something deliberately to turn them away. It will only make things worse for me . . . the same as it would only make it worse for me if they caught me trying to escape.ââ She stared at the young novice. ââYou used this oil before we arrived. Iâll tell them I couldnât get rid of the smell. Perhaps it will help youâââ
Her words cut short beneath a long scream and the pounding of nails coming from the courtyard. ââFather! Father!ââ Cecille screamed. She tried to run out of the room to the courtyard, but Clarimonde, catching her around her waist, wrestled her back inside and slammed the heavy door. ââPlease, let me go to him!ââ she sobbed.
ââThere is nothing you can do for him now,ââ Clarimonde said, shoving her back into the room. ââWhen the time comes, they will do even worse to you, if you donât get out of here.ââ
The young novice only had to consider Clarimondeâs advice for a moment, the pain atop her bandaged head throbbing, intensifying with each beat of her racing pulse. ââAll right, Iâll go. But I will tell you the way to go, so that you can use it if you get a chance to get away from them.ââ
ââNo, donât tell me.ââ Clarimonde stopped her. ââIf they think you told me the way out of here, they will beat it out of me. I might not be strong enough to resist telling them.ââ
ââYou would rather take a beating for something you do not know, than be able to stop it by telling them what you do know?ââ The young woman looked confused by Clarimondeâs logic.
ââJust go. Go now!ââ said Clarimonde, taking no time to explain herself to an innocent. She gave the woman a shove toward a rear door and watched her hurry away. ââDo not come back until you are certain we are
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