1
Perhaps, My Soulless One, you might consider staying here with us, then?
2
My soulless ones-born not of man or woman-they are without fear.
3
As I have just done with you, My Soulless One.
4
Ah, My Soulless One, you ask one of the most troublesome questions of the great Etruscan mystery.
5
As his sword belt was hung about his waist, the soulless ones stirred within the holds of the vessels.
6
"Now, My Soulless One, if you would be so kind?"
7
"And how do you like Italy, My Soulless One?"
8
"But," Alexia whispered, "I am the soulless one..." And with that, she dropped her parasol and pitched forward into darkness.
9
"It is not a bad life we lead here, is it, My Soulless One?" The preceptor spoke to her at last.