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The soldiers laughed. Camilla, terrified, held her breath.
War Paint stared slowly at everyone about her. It all
took no more than a few seconds. In a trice she bent
down, drew a sharp, gleaming dagger from her stocking
and leapt at Camilla.
A shrill cry. A body fell, the blood spurting from it.
"Kill her, Goddamn it," cried Demetrio, beyond himself.
"Kill her!"
Two soldiers fell upon War Paint, but she brandished
her dagger, defying them to touch her:
"Not the likes of you, Goddamn you! Kill me yourself,
Demetrio!"
War Paint stepped forward, surrendered her dagger
and, thrusting her breast forward, let her arms fall to
her side.
Demetrio picked up the dagger, red with blood, but
his eyes clouded; he hesitated, took a step backward.
Then, with a heavy hoarse voice he growled, enraged:
"Get out of here! Quick!"
No one dared stop her. She moved off slowly, mute,
somber.
Blondie's shrill, guttural voice broke the silent stupor:
"Thank God! At last I'm rid of that damned louse!"
XIII
Someone plunged a knife
Deep in my side.
Did he know why
I don't know why.