Viowaiteduntilthefirewasoutbeforestandinguptoleave.Suddenlyshethoughtofsomething.
“IfMr.Fingerisnotihehutanddidnotdiethere,hewouldknowthatImeanhimharfheseeksrevengeagaiwouldbehardtainst.Iotlethimoffthehooktonightoritwouldmeannoendsoftroubleiure.”Shesuddenlythoughtofsomething.
“Ifheisnothere,wherecouldhebe?Hm-m-m-hatisahidingplyheandIknowabout.Whydon’tIgoandmakesureheisnotthere.”SayingsoViowalkedintothepatchofflowers.Shewasveryfamiliarwiththespotandmadeherwaytheresecretively.Soonshecametedeadtree,whoseburntbarkandbranchesshowedsignsofhaviruckbylightning.ThiswasanotherofwilyVio’ssecrethide-outs.Mr.Finger,herex-loveraenemyfollowedcloselybehindher.Viostoodsilentlyinfrontofthewitheredtreeforquitesometime.Shehadthoughtdowreehouseaartwithaste,butthehought,
“Ihavespentyearsoftimeaofurnishacozyhomeformyself.Itwouldbeashametoburnitalldown.AlsoifworseestotheworseandIamdefeated,thistreeholewillbeasafehavereattoasastresort.”SoViowaiveredinherdecisiontoburheredtreeandthought,
“Whydon’tIgoinandseeifMr.Fihere.Ifheis,atthistimeofthenighthewouldbedeaddrunkanditwouldnotbehardtokillhim.”Takinganarrowfromherquiver,sheshaveditdowntothesizeofatoothpickwithhersword.Shemadethreeofthemandchosethesharpestoakewithher.Shegedherselftothesizeofafinger,brushedasidethewildgrowthctheholeaered.
Mr.FingeruoodthatViointeokillhimwiththesharp-pointedwoodenspikeshejustmadeandwasveryangry.
“Good!Iwilldothesametoyou!”hethought.HejumpedoutoftheshadyflowerpattothebrightmoonlightandpickedamongthewoodenspikesViohadleftbehindlookingforthesharperohelyhidhimselfagainamongtheflowers.Viocameoutofthetreehole,grinningwidely.Shedidn’tfindanytrar.Fingerinsideandcludedhemusthavediedinthefirethatedthestrawhut.Throwingdownthewoodenspikeinherhandontotheground,shewasjustabouttoturnbacktoanormalwomawhensomeonesuddenlyjumpedoutoftheflowerpatdrushedather.Beforesherealizedwhathadhappened,asharpwoodenspikewasthrustintoherchest.Viowasthuruck.WhensheopenedhereyeswideandrealizeditwasMr.Finger,shewasfuriousandshouted,
“You...youdaretobetrayme...?You...youdaretokillme?”
“Itwasyouwhowaokillmefirst”Mr.Fingerughed.“Itwasyouwhobetrayedme.Sowhatdon’tIdaretodo?”saidhethrustingthespikedeepintoherchest.Viofelltothegroundwithbloodgushingfromherwound.Mr.Fingercppedhishandsandthehemoutsaying,
“Good.Good.Everythingissettledthen.IwassohappythatIfinallygotawife,butnowIkillherwithmyownhands.KingDimitri’spacehasbeenburnttotheground.Thereisnoreasonformetolingerhereanymore.Ihadbettervamoose?Thehoughtofsomethingandsaid,
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