The news was reported to him and he declared that she was raped, her body to be burned. You see when a woman is raped, she kills herself because in ou... society, if you are a raped woman you are expected not to be able to live with the guilt; thus leading to suicide to prove that you did not want it. If you do not kill yourself, you are considered a whore, because it proves you wanted it and that you desired the sexual intercourse, thus cheating on your husband or lover.That very day, Cornelius. We left in mid May heading up I‑75 through Atlanta through Chattanooga to Knoxville. We would continue to follow I‑75 north to Detroit. It would be a long haul of over seven hundred miles. From there, we would continue up I‑75 to Sault Ste Marie, which was another three hundred miles north. Once we were north of Ohio, we would be in new territory and in a more northern climate.We were in Kentucky when Bennie first heard it and then saw it. It was an airplane! Like idiots, we waved. We looked at. It made sense. A king should be a man among men. A king should be the strongest of men; the most virile; the bravest; the most well-endowed. How could one allow oneself to be led and ruled by a man who was not the manliest of men? When a king commands his minions and maidens to do his bidding, it should be because of his power. True power. Not the false, unearned power that comes by virtue of a bloodline; not the assigned power that comes from having been appointed commander of armies. Nay,. I understand.”“I had to lie! He would have killed me!” She cried desperately. “I have doomed us all! Please forgive me!”“Oh, Marguerite,” he said softly, “I forgave you long ago. I was angry at first, but I know Jean. I know what he is capable of doing. I know he forced you to say the things you did. I just want you to know that I love you and I forgive you.”He smiled at her, sadly. She could see the finality in his eyes, and she knew immediately.“You plan to lose tomorrow!” She exclaimed. “You.