hope of rescue save by her own wits.
âSieur,â she extemporized, âitâs as Iâve saidâwe are engaged, and I cannot forswear that vow. Surely you, an officer in the Godâs Militia, understand the import of such a promise?â
Schweiz snorted. He seemed to Flysse more drunk than usual, more pressing. He said: âAn officer in the Godâs Militia, yes! And consequently of far greater position than any yokel. You must forget your promise, Flysse. Shall it make your mind easier, Iâll have our padre bless you and absolve you. Onlyââ
âSieur!â She feigned amazement, shock. âYou suggest I renege a vow made in Godâs name?â
Schweiz said, âI do; you must. Listen to me, FlysseâI think of you hourly, and I swear I cannot live lest you agree to my proposal.â
Now her shock was genuine. âThat I allow you to set me up as â¦Â as your
doxy
 â¦Â your
kept woman
?â
âAs my
mistress
,â Schweiz said. âThereâs a difference, you know.â
âI think not, âsieur. I think you suggest the unthinkable.â She captured his tankard, hoping heâd free her to gain more ale. âIâm not some street woman, to be bought and housed for your pleasure.â
âFor my love,â he argued. âOnly for my love.â
But there was not, now or ever, Flysse thought, any mention of honest marriage. She felt fear stirâSchweiz seemed mightily determined this night, and did he continue in this vein and not leave her go, she thought it should be very hard to rein her temper, her disgust. It should prove very hard not to strike him, and damn the consequences.
âI think,â she said, hoping her voice did not tremble, âthat Iâd best refill your mug, no?â
âNo,â said Schweiz, âfor Iâve made up my mind this day. I
shall
have you, Flysse.â
He jerked his arm then, tugging her forward and down, reaching out with his free hand to grasp her shoulder so that she was toppled andturned to land across his knees. He set an arm around her and a hand beneath her chin, holding her head still as he planted a beery kiss on her lips.
Flysse closed her mouth tight and struggled furiously, pounding at his shoulders and back. But he was strong and ignored her blows, endeavoring to force his tongue between her lips even as the hand that clutched her chin descended busily down her body to find its way beneath her skirts.
Flysse felt nauseated, and the queasy feeling galvanized her to a more ferocious defense of her honor. She raked nails down her attackerâs cheeks, gratified even through her panic to hear Schweizâs pained cry. His hand left off its clumsy fumblings and rose to touch the wounds. When he saw the blood upon his fingers, he gaped in disbelief. Then snarled in anger.
âGodâs blood, girl, youâve marked me! Youâll pay for that in kind.â
He took a handful of her hair and slapped her hard. Flysse felt her eyes water, then shrieked in outrage as he cupped a hand about a breast and squeezed viciously. Dimly, she was aware of an abrupt silence throughout the taproom, so that Schweizâs panting sounded unnaturally loud. She wondered why no one came to her aid. Surely Master Banlyn would not stand idly by; surely there must be someone would take this creature off her. But none come: there was only Armnory Schweizâs hand tearing at her bodice and his face descending again. She supposed it was not so unusual, a patron disporting with a tavern wench; likely the other girls would laugh it off and return the kisses, nor object to the hand unlacing her bodice to delve at the flesh beneath. Some, she knew, would invite him to bed.
But she was not like them. In Cudham she had fought off âsieur Shaxbrofâand others since coming to the Flying Horseâand she would not willingly submit to attentions so distasteful.
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