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crazy. However its opinion would not be changed on their destiny, considering that for him madness was synonymous of transcendence. Perhaps it was the dust that surrounded him/it, but at that time it returned him to the memory a sentence that seemed him to have little sense in that breaker.
"The glory kneels and kisses the dust!"
Of announcement would have fought up to the end, would never be surrendered to the events, also insane that had been, he be results to the surrender of the accounts the more madman! This was the secret of his/her superiority, what made him/it winning.
XIV
Dafne, meanwhile, was confined in his/her room and you/he/she had observed for the whole time the hands of the clock to now advance toward the prophetic one in which would be had to bring from his/her Saint. It owed, however, before to get rid of that spitfire that guarded his/her door. The time to observe him to the mirror and the plan to escape him was brightly already composed in its head. His soft dark hair, free in all of their length, they framed his/her beautiful face of nymph by now adult and, really thanks to this, the sensuality of its features was still more visible, as marked as its thoughts by now mortally serious. The mirror reflected the docility of its ivory neck, in clean contrast with the fierce and combative blood that flowed to its inside. Only a sparkling in its eyes betrayed that pretense calmness in which it assumed him to hide the insane fury that gnawed her the mind. It was extreme as that look his/her plan, but by now nothing around it seemed to be able to be staidder or well calibrated.
Ercole, the personal watch of the captain, was leaned with the whole width of its shoulders on the door of entry of the room of Dafne, when he/she heard a noise of broken crocks originate from inside. It repeatedly knocked invoking the name of the lady but, not getting answer, it opened wide the door. Nothing strange didn't notice, then it was addressed toward the box closet to the right of the bed, and of sudden it found again him in front of completely naked Dafne that looked at him/it turned on of anger.
"As you allow yourself to enter my lodging?"
Ercole, red in face, it chewed:
"Forgiven me, milady, has felt a strong noise and I has worried.
"Stop to look her/it at me and turned!"
But as you/he/she could turn? Whatever susceptible man to the vision of a female body would have remained with the look so generously glued on the procacità of the greedy meat of that woman offer. The white neck of Dafne had divinely abandoned on fair proportionate shoulders, the clavicles were key that the doors of the pleasure opened, making to naturally slip the sight on the pleasant prosperity of firm grounds breasts color madreperla. Life was entirely moulded with the purpose to stretch out its audacious invitation for the scorching masculine desio to cross the threshold of the maternal abdomen, for affondar in the delight of the pubic hair, downfall of every ascetic aspiration. The thoughts of that primitive man didn't distantly touch even deep reflections of this type on the harmonica construction of that body of woman, but probably the fire that blazed in its abdomen in that occasion was, to his/her way, an equivalent hymn of peer intensity of what has been said above, in honor to the countess Monteghini.
It passed at least a long minute of silence and eyes, before the man, stirred unwillingly for showing the ingratitude of his/her rough shoulders to the dainty vision. In clean contrast with the humor of that male, the beautiful nymph didn't return caresses to that languid looks, but it immediately took advantage to hammer in the back of the man a long dagger that pierced aside it apart of it. Ercole, incredulous, the abdomen looked him from where the point of the weapon escaped, and without even not sending forth a hiss it collapsed in earth with a deaf thud. By now reality and imagination belonged to an only dimension. You/he/she had been an excessive performance or a paradoxical reality, from that moment in you/he/she would not have done anymore then any difference. The shades of the truth had reached to decree the impossibility to return back. The inevitability of a real body without life in earth, with the sharp and prickly odor of the blood that darkened him to contact with the air painting the whole floor of horror, it inexorably marked the irreparable one. Reality or immoderate hallucination? It was this with which Dafne would have had to make the accounts in that today. It went out of raced by his/her lodging, not before being on him mass a pair of pants and a comfortable jacket of fustagno. The veliero as expectation in its plans, were almost empty. The supper was a sacred moment for every wolf of sea, the only busy garrisons of the boat, they were the bridge of the look-out and the rudder. Easily The countess succeeded in intruding in the narrow corridor that brought to the cell of Saint. In the uproar of the afternoon you/he/she had not returned the key of the cell to Tzè Tzè. You/he/she had feared that he reported the theft, but evidently it would not be him agreed upon to have to explain the whole matter to the captain, therefore nobody was introduced for recovering the key. On the stool, of watch, there was still the small Tzè Tzè. When he/she saw Dafne they were illuminated his eyes.
"Oh, thanks to the sky, milady! Rivoglio immediately the key of the cell. You have made me risk to end thrown in sea. The fortune, however, has not abandoned me. My pretense admission to be me dormant of watch is cost me a supper, with the obligation to continue my turn of watch. But in a couple of hours my change will come, and if I won't have the key of the cell to leave him, they will be troubles!"
Dafne didn't leastly hand attention to the words of the boy. With rapid looks he assured that the young pits indeed only for then to order to immediately move him. The clammy sailor, to that point, morbidly smiled.
"Eh no milady, the ticket that you have paid me was for an alone run. If intend to pass, must repay the toll!"
Dafne quadrated him/it surly and impietosa.
"Repugnant worm, I will pass with the good ones or with the bad ones!"
Then the young boy got up standing and widening the braccias said:
"I don't see the time that tosses you above of me!"
Dafne repented bitterly to have left the dagger hammered in the giant's back just killed, but it didn't withstand the provocation and him it launched against the sailor. Despite Lorenzino it was one minute sedicenne, it always had also a person's strength gotten used to labor with his/her own body to earn him to live, and in man that Dafne is not said it found again him stretched out in earth with that molester, above that you/he/she had not lost an instant to insert under her hands to the jacket, starting to finger her/it raging. This time Tzè Tzè wanted after all to go until; strongly sipped already his/her member excited by the hindrance of the pants and it settled him against the pube of Dafne, tightening her neck with a hand. Then its free hand slipped on the drawstring that held her pants. The terror of Dafne didn't prevent her from kicking with all of its strengths, but with a narrow hand to the neck it was her difficult to toss and impossible to shout. Lawrence had already lowered her the pants, discovering that the beautiful woman had not even done in time to put on the underclothes to come from Saint. When by now the aggressor it tried to center the target with embarrassed and frantic hits of hip, already foretasting the heaven, you/he/she was grabbed by invisible hands that threw him/it on weight and they dashed him/it against the wall. Tzè Tzè was stricken from a myriad of fists to the face, without having some possibility to defend; when it collapsed to earth, a violent kick to the carotid definitely removed from him the breath. In the shade they were delineated the contours of the being that you/he/she had saved her from the violence; Dafne bursted in tears when its beloved Saint threw her/it on tightening her/it to him to the breast.
"As you have done to go out? Thanks, thanks, I was lost. oh, love!
Dafne hardly succeeded in whispering confused words. Saint had had the astuteness to insert a ferretto in the lock of its cell in the breaker in which Dafne had gone out. Trafficking quite a lot, at the end you/he/she had succeeded in freeing, in perfect sense of timing to seize the small criminal before it performed his/her misdeed. The voice of Saint flooded of honey the ears of its dame.
Saint had already made local mind studying the whole afternoon every future essential gesture to the escape. The two crossed silent and fast as shades the length of the veliero, reaching the lifesaving shallop, insured to two beams with two big ropes that hocked Saint about ten minutes to loosen her. Gently it lowered then the shallop with the pulley, watching out that this last didn't squeak too much. The continuous serious rhombus of the wind that broke him against the sails, maintained however the hostile ears to the dark of their escape. Once on the shallop, the two fugitives were able tirar a sigh of relief: the night would have protected them and, to rise some sun, you/he/she would surely have been impossible to sight them.
Finally alone, Dafne and Saint, in the immense tacit sea that docilely cradled them toward the unknown one, two souls that rediscovered the vastness of their respective contours after millennia of loneliness seemed. They were looks and silent caresses, you/they were turned pressed on orphan abdomens from too much time of vital heat. The rough one of the low materiality had sunk his cruel, agonizing