Stavanger Bay For fortune and fame you're secure of

the man was quite pleasing, even to the eyes of one whose tastes ran feminine. he answered in a mannerly fashion, but erzsébet did not miss the vague pointing of his words. "yes," she murmured, turning to look over her shoulder as if she had not known of the rabble gathering on the beach until this moment. "i believe you are correct." 

to the man she gave a winning smile, for acting the pretty little fool was her forte. ferahgo would find no serpent in her, lest he try to use her for his own purposes. of course, erzsébet's loyalty was above all to herself, but she rather felt that was the creed of each wolf in the corsair's crew.