Wheeling Gull Isle OTHELLO, I WILL AVENGE YOU

erzsébet considered that she might ignore the other's question, but she was a selfish cur. mistress only of herself. "a girl. you see, my beauty is not purely of my birth circumstances, but blood. when my skin is nourished by the blood of a virgin or an innocent babe, it ceases to age, and therefore i will remain immortal. so long as the blood flows." so lofty were her words that it was quite plain to see that erzsébet believed each word she spoke.

she herself was no virgin -- in truth, she had borne a child -- but it was a fact that the woman had comfortably and willfully forgot long ago. 'twas better for the psyche that was already sprinkled with a fine smattering of cracks. "you would do this for me? i must give you something in return." already her mind spun with treacherous thoughts. "if you do this, i shall arrange for us to be off-coast when our season comes. i must ask ferahgo, but perhaps he can be swayed. i want no children, and i do not put it beyond the ruffians here to force us."