As he watched her, he admired her naked body. He decided to include a few lines about her as well, even though he no longer was very interested in her... Still, she could be the source of fantasy and go well into a poem.Danka started the fire, cooked, and ate a silent meal with Bagaturckt. When he dozed off, she took the utensils to the stream to wash them. She decided to jump in and rinse off. It was a lovely evening, with a moon that was almost full and fireflies dancing in the woods all around. Maine socha jub isi ko koi darr nahi to fir main kyon? To maine bola ki promise to tumne bhi kuch kiya tha? Wo hadbada kar boli maine? Maine kya promise kiya tha bhaiya? Maine bola achha ji itni jaldi bhool bhi gayi? Mera kiya hua promise yaad hai or apna bhool gayi? Wo kehne lagi fir bhi bhaiya batao to sahi. Main bhi exited ho chukka tha. Main bola agar tum mera wo dekhna chahti ho to tumhe bhi mujhe nanga hokar dikhana padega. Wo fir se na nukur karne lagi. To maine kaha ki bolo nahi to main. .. knew, somehow, that he would protect them, and that knowledge let loose a flood of love and affection for their protector. Danger or fear, they say, can unleash passion, and the rush of gratitude each of them felt for this boy they had grown up with, but who seemed like a new person to them now, gave that passion an outlet. At the same time, the contents of the letter, and the implicit assumption that Nathan would leave them alone with ... what was back at the house ... made Bernadette feel. He was an ageing, haggard old manwith a sneering face. "M'lord?"The Earl unlocked Burt's shackles and gave him a nasty kick, hurling hiscrumpled body to the floor. "Take him away. He's nothing but a criminaland by God I will treat him as such!"7Burt was unshackled from the stocks by the gaoler and immediatelycrumpled to the floor in agony."Burt!" Mavis ran to him, clutching his arms and shoulders, trying toavoid the open wounds on his back. Tears were running down her cheeks."Get back girl!".