Clyde strutted into her chamber. "You have reached the end, witch. You tell us what we want to know and then you are going to your grave, with a stake driven through your heart." She turned and ran down the corridor, heading for the staircase, wondering where to hide. A staggering, drunken Stephen appeared at his chamber doorway, clutched her arm, and hurled her onto his bed. She slid off the bed and grabbed a poker beside the hearth, chucking it like a spear. It clanged to the floor a few feet short of its target. As he leapt for her, he fell over and fell on his face. She flung a full pitcher of ale. It hit the wall with a clang, the liquid splattering over the floor. He leapt up, clutched her, and wrenched her around to face him. A struggle ensued until he had her pinned under him on hi
