"You do not like me?" he asked. "Ah, well; it is too sad. But some
day you will love me," and again the hideous laughter.
The woman had wrapped the pieces of the buck in the hide and this
she now raised and threw across her shoulder. In her other hand
she held her spear and faced the German.
"Go!" she commanded. "We have wasted enough words. This is my country
and I shall defend it. If I see you about again I shall kill you.
Do you understand?"
An expression of rage contorted Obergatz' features. He raised his
club and started toward her.
"Stop!" she commanded, throwing her spear-hand backward for a cast.
"You saw me kill this buck and you have said truthfully that no
one will ever know what we do here. Put these two facts together,
German, and draw your own conclusions before you take another step
in my direction."
The man halted and his club-hand dropped to his side. "Come," he
begged in what he intended as a conciliatory tone. "Let us be friends,
Lady Greystoke. We can be of great assistance to each other and I
promise not to harm you."
"Remember Liege and Louvain," she reminded him with a sneer. "I
am going now--be sure that you do not follow me. As far as you can
walk in a day from this spot in any direction you may consider the
limits of my domain. If ever again I see you within these limits
I shall kill you.
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