Esther pointed at the book in Mary’s hands. “All of thee dost speak much of lambs and love, but thy actions…” She stopped and shook her head, the repugnance unmistakable. “Prithee, continue.” She sighed. “Thy actions? Thou art wolves, Mary. All of thee who shunned us: thou art wolves.” Mary didn’t defend herself. She didn’t defend her people. If Esther was mistaken, it was only in that she was comparing them to wolves instead of snakes.
