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she had expected to be tested; all the same, the man flung the failure of her ability to protect ironsea in the harlot's face. inadvertently perhaps; it made no difference. the point was the same; they were vagabonds, and with little way to prove their abilities at present.
frustrated, erzulie adopted an expression of more supplication than before, now genuinely concerned for rosalyn's well-being. who was that?  "i do not know heda." aware now that there appeared to be things she did not know, the chai-tea jezebel nevertheless kept her countenance placid. "dey ran. we held de bear until we too must run." her grasp of the language was slipping beneath the duress of the moment, and the agonized trembling of her limbs had intensified. still, she would not bend before the male's scrutiny. "we are huntahs, fishers of de sea. and hardened by battle, de bofe of us. i have knowledge of herbs, as well." 
it was to all of them she spoke, but erzulie's attention was trained carefully on the male who stood above she and her lover.