Chapter Twenty-Seven
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AlbinoIt was the strangest sensation, movement, without propelling oneself? Rigid limbs detected the passage of land and air, which was a relief after the numbness of the storm, but disturbed in my assuredness that I wasn't actually doing anything.
“I wish you'd let us hurt him, Ragnar.”
“Quiet, Verstra, we don't want to wake him.”
“Serstra,” came an indignant retort.
However, it was much too late for those who manhandled me; I was wide awake even if still unable to unlock my eyes. This was not such a bad thing. I'd always had the annoying habit of fluttering eyelids whenever pretending to be asleep. I had used the method on the Marquise many times although her lusty nature rendered it pointless. She, like others, always saw through my ploy, as it was almost
