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“They’ll all look at us, but none of them will see us,” Lisbet explained, “not really. They never do. We’re all the same to them, interchangeable, forgettable, there for one purpose.
“Do you think we’re wicked people now?” She asked Maggie, scrubbing beside her. “No,” Maggie said thoughtfully. “We’re good people who live in wicked times, doing the best we can.”
Spilling blood offered clarity about what was truly important in life, since each fight survived was one closer to the one they wouldn’t.
And you bore your punishment like a woman. I was proud of you.
“You have to find the balance between fear, respect, and inspiration. They have to want to do it, and want to do it for you because they believe you’ll lead them to their riches.
She felt like a goddess, wanton and pagan, one of the false idols that parents warned their children against. Men may have laid their coins at her altar, but Kit knelt reverently and offered her soul.
Perhaps if the village had accepted them instead of casting them out as sinners, none of it would have come to pass. Kit wouldn’t be dying before her, with her helpless to stop it. God had done nothing for her, why would she trust him then?
