"What the hell do you think that you were doing? You can't just go around
by yourself and be open to attack. Remember that Vagnone is still out
there, and not only is he out there, but there are also bandits out there.
You wouldn't be able to fight them off. I can't believe that you are soo
stupid. No you aren't stupid, you just act it."
By then I was boiling with anger. I wanted to hit him, but instead I slid off Astara and ran until my sides hurt, and my lungs burned. I caught my breath and started to pace. How could he do this to me? I'm not a helpless girl who is so half- witted that she doesn't even know how to fight. I always carry a knife with me, and when I travel I carry I my sword with me. Shand should know better, he is the one who taught me to fight, and defend myself.
I heard him coming, and then he spotted me. He ran over and slapped me. I was in complete shock. No one has ever hit me before. I vowed to myself that I would never have a man rule over me, like I see my friends being ruled by their husbands.
"Never touch me again, or you will be sorry. I don't care how much I love you; if you hit me again I swear to you I will slit your throat while you're sleeping. I am not a helpless girl; I am a woman who you yourself trained to fight. And you are a good teacher. So be warned, you do not want to see me angry."
Shand went pale, and sat down in the grass. He put his head in his hands and shook his head.
"Is that you think would happen when we got married? That you could rule over me? You should know me better than that Shand."
He stood up and grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me.
"Angelina, I am sorry. I didn't mean to hit you, I was just so worried that you were gone, and with this whole thing with Vagnone, I just got angry that you would be so careless. I don't know what I would do if I lost you. And no, I will never hit you again. I don't even know why I hit you, and being angry makes no excuse. I'm sorry mi preciosa. I don't ever want to hurt you again."
I looked up at him, and when he looked at me, tears came to his eyes. He lifted his hand and touched the spot were he hit me. It stung, and I winced. He started to cry harder, and dropped at his knees and put my hands to his face. I looked down at him, and lifted one hand to stroke his hair.
By then I was boiling with anger. I wanted to hit him, but instead I slid off Astara and ran until my sides hurt, and my lungs burned. I caught my breath and started to pace. How could he do this to me? I'm not a helpless girl who is so half- witted that she doesn't even know how to fight. I always carry a knife with me, and when I travel I carry I my sword with me. Shand should know better, he is the one who taught me to fight, and defend myself.
I heard him coming, and then he spotted me. He ran over and slapped me. I was in complete shock. No one has ever hit me before. I vowed to myself that I would never have a man rule over me, like I see my friends being ruled by their husbands.
"Never touch me again, or you will be sorry. I don't care how much I love you; if you hit me again I swear to you I will slit your throat while you're sleeping. I am not a helpless girl; I am a woman who you yourself trained to fight. And you are a good teacher. So be warned, you do not want to see me angry."
Shand went pale, and sat down in the grass. He put his head in his hands and shook his head.
"Is that you think would happen when we got married? That you could rule over me? You should know me better than that Shand."
He stood up and grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me.
"Angelina, I am sorry. I didn't mean to hit you, I was just so worried that you were gone, and with this whole thing with Vagnone, I just got angry that you would be so careless. I don't know what I would do if I lost you. And no, I will never hit you again. I don't even know why I hit you, and being angry makes no excuse. I'm sorry mi preciosa. I don't ever want to hurt you again."
I looked up at him, and when he looked at me, tears came to his eyes. He lifted his hand and touched the spot were he hit me. It stung, and I winced. He started to cry harder, and dropped at his knees and put my hands to his face. I looked down at him, and lifted one hand to stroke his hair.