（外文电子版资料）Roberson, Jennifer - Final Exam.pdf

file:///J|/sci-fi/Nieuwe%20map/Jennifer%20Roberson%20-%20Final%20Exam.txt Final Exam by Jennifer Roberson He was, she thought, a rather ordinary man. Certainly unremarkable in looks, although his eyes were rather nice. Warm, brown eyes, but just a trifle myopic; he peered back at her worriedly. She found this rather amusing, in view of the circumstances. A distinctly common young man, she thought, nodding to herself. Nice eyes, yes, but then eyes werent everything, were they? His other attributes, such as they were, were clearly nondescript. Mousy brown hair (clean but in need of cutting); features of a distinctly average cast (although the nose was a bit too long); and the height and weight of at least half a hundred men who inhabited her fathers castle, which made him utterly ordinary and not in the least heroic. But then, he wasnt a hero, so she supposed it didnt matter. She chewed her bottom lip, thinking of her father. No doubt he would worry, once he came round to it. After all, his youngest daughter had disappeared through no fault of her own. It was entirely likely right at this very moment he was summoning up all the royal armies, since there was nothing else for them to do and setting them to the task ofcombing the woods for her, threatening whippings for one and all if they didnt turn her up. Well, they wouldnt. He had made sure of that. He. He sat there peering at her myopically, wondering, now that he had her, what to do with her. She sighed. Rearranged her skirts. Crossed her legs beneath the table and gazed straight back at him. He also sighed. He didnt know what to say. And so he said the very first thing he could think of: You arc a virgin, arent you? At home she would have been shocked, because being shocked was expected of her. But she wasnt at home at present and therefore the expected responses were completely unnecessary, which meant she could say whatever she felt. What she felt was laughter; this wasnt