’ He stared at the point, glanced at the fallen sword imprisoned by her foot, and only just looked back at her weapon in time to see it thrust at him again. It’s a sort of home-leaving instinct. In her ears there was a medley of sound: wailing music, rumbling tom-toms and sputtering firecrackers. It was not for a week or a month. He was in a position to help her. Someone ought to be with him until the doctor arrives. Lucy felt her eyes misting up, turning traitor. It reminded her of one of the old tales her mother Marina had told her about a sculptor named Farhat.
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