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be burned as a witch." She was smiling, reassuring the woman, but inside she was trembling. The don frightened her in a way no one ever had before, in a way she could not explain to Maria Pia or even to herself.
    The older woman hissed, looking quickly into every corner of the room, frightened by Nicoletta's audacity.
    "Hush, bambina, you cannot speak of such things. Not ever. The good Virgin will not protect you if you call down such unspeakable evil upon yourself."
    "The little one is asleep; there is no one to hear." Nicoletta was unrepentant.
    "There are eyes and ears everywhere. This house is not right," Maria Pia reminded her sharply, glancing uneasily around the silent nursery. An abrupt knocking broke the hush. Maria Pia gave a frightened cry as the door swung inward.
    The manservant slunk in carrying a load of wood for the fire. He didn't look at the women, his features stiff and set. He built a nest of curls of shaved wood, added the logs, and set the whole thing blazing.
    When the flames crackled to life, the man turned and regarded the "healer" and her "assistant" with a cold stare. "Your fire, as ordered," he said grudgingly. As much as he evidently wished the women gone, the Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    healer was respected and needed in the community, and he didn't dare alienate her completely. He turned on his heel and marched out, his back ramrod stiff.
    "We are not making many friends here," Nicoletta observed with a small smile. "Do you suppose they waited so long to send for us in hopes it would be too late to save the bambina?"
    "Nicoletta!" Maria Pia was shocked, her gaze wildly searching the room as if she expected to see the don standing there listening. "I forbid anymore of this talk."
    Nicoletta was happy enough to go to sleep. The child was warm in her arms, and with the fire crackling nicely, the room seemed much more pleasant. She snuggled down onto the bed and lay quietly. Within a matter of minutes, Maria Pia was breathing evenly, indicating she had immediately fallen asleep. Nicoletta was very tired, but she couldn't follow suit. Too many unanswered questions whirled in her head.
    She was "different." She had been born with unique abilities. Maria Pia called them gifts, yet she had to hide them for fear of being named witch. She could touch an individual and "feel" the illness. She knew instinctively which herbs or potions sick people needed to alleviate their suffering and aid their healing.
    She could even communicate with plants. She "felt" the life in them and knew what they needed to assist their growth.
    Nicoletta could also aid in curing the ill with her soothing hands and voice. From deep within her welled a healing warmth that flowed from her body into that of her patient. Maria Pia, devout as she was, would never actually call her a witch. She would never imply in any way that Nicoletta was capable of magic.
    She never pointed out that Nicoletta came from a long line of "unique" women and that more than one of her ancestors had been burned at the stake, stoned, or deliberately drowned. Maria Pia guarded her carefully and maintained the role of the "healer," keeping the attention on herself rather than Nicoletta.
    The villagers, too, knew that Nicoletta was different, and they aided Maria Pia in deceiving the aristocrazia, keeping Nicoletta far from the palazzo and all who occupied it. They guarded her like a treasure, and she was very grateful to them. But now…
    Nicoletta sighed. She went carefully over everything that had happened since her arrival at the palazzo.
    She certainly had caught the attention of the don. A shiver raced down her spine. Was it from fear? Or something else? Nicoletta was honest enough to admit that Don Scarletti was an incredibly handsome man. And power seemed to cling to him. She couldn't imagine trying to defeat such a man. His dark eyes were piercing and seemed to see right past flesh and bone into her