“Now, now, young lady,” said the strange man standing in front of her. “You really must not be frightened. You have been chosen…” He then abruptly stopped and giggled. It wasn’t a giggle, actually, more of a chuckle. It was so extremely inappropriate to both the conversation and situation that it took Maggie aback.
Who chuckles after kidnapping a stranger? She had never experienced that behavior before.
I had better work on figuring this man out.
“You must become a follower of the Third Order. We know you have the iron crescent. You will give it to us.” He stopped and looked her over carefully. “I never thought it would be someone like you.” Again, he chortled. “Oh my.” He chortled again, shaking his head.
Is this man daft? Maggie’s eyes narrowed. Eleven pence and three farthings short of a shilling. She stood motionless, watching him intently.
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