This prompted a sour look from Alannah. "I just want to go back to the Chateau! I'm putting your lives in danger here, please just let me go home."
"I'm sorry Alannah we can't do that. If those men were here after you, you will be much safer here than you will be out on the road by yourself. You will wait here with us until Dominic arrives and then we will all talk about this then. For now lay down before you faint."
Half smiling, Alannah said "Alright fine, but don't ask me to like this. Anya?"
"Yes?"
"I'm glad you were the one with the shotgun today. I would have killed a tree or two or maybe even broken my collar bone."
Anya raised an eyebrow at this as they made their way to her bedroom. Alannah sat down on the vanity bench and Anya sat on the bed "Something tells me that despite what you say, you are no stranger to guns.'
Alannah expression was bleak. "No, I'm not. I was raised around weapons; from handguns to rifles. I knew those bullets when Santiago held them up, they are indeed from a sniper rifle. My father designed that rifle to have impecible accuracey, it is so finely tuned that the man behind the gun could have killed both Tim and I with one shot. My father must have sent men here to capture me before he arrived." She said with tears in her eyes, even managed a bitter laugh. "It's funny, you know, but when I ran away to Germany, I thought that I was escaping from the world of warfare that my father helped to create. When I got off the boat in Nuremberg, I didn't speak a word of German, and my English was so broken that I'm surprised anyone could understand me. I met this crazy girl who helped get me the one and only job I could find - working on the docks at the fish market. Very near the fish market where I used to work, there is an old asylum where they hide away the awful truth about the war. It is full of men too disfigured to go home, the people they love don't even recognize them anymore. They are shunned, and broken and they live a bleak life of loneliness and agony. When they do leave the asylum, Children will often follow them and make fun of them just because of the fact that they have missing limbs or the way they walk. I watched as some children ran away screaming in fright. Can you imagine what that does to these poor men?