On The Rocks: A Willa Cather And Edith Lewis Mystery - Plot & Excerpts
Brunnhilde cried, staring wistfully toward the door at the side of the makeshift stage. She raised bound hands and pulled against the stake fastened to the floor to the right of the door. “Pray the fair Viking secures my release.” Brunnhilde’s short red hair shone like a cap. Her eyes, grown wide, rolled toward the pair of sheets serving as a temporary backdrop, where her so-called captors had earlier retired. Several loud thumps preceded the entry of Voorhees, who strode through the door with helmet flashing, eyes ferocious, body leather-clad. A fearsome head, echoing her own, bristled from the painted shield clasped to her left side, a spear threatened from her right. Voorhees swaggered to center stage and took a moment to glare at individuals in the audience. The brightly painted helmet, bedecked with horns, covered her ears and curled forward toward her chin, adding to the terror of her stare. With great fanfare, she unlocked her word-hoard. “Your treasure and your fealty belong to me.
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