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potent weapons," she said, sarcastically.
    "It all depends on how you use them. Well, all right. I'll teach you. It may not take you very long to learn, at that. You're already a demon with a broadsword. You're strong and you've got terrific reflexes.
    You just lack the correct technique. I think it will probably be tougher to teach you how to use a fan."
    "I see. You imply that you are qualified to teach me how to be a woman, is that it?" she said.
    "Not me," said Hunter. "You're already more woman than any man I know can handle. The trick is not to let men know that. That shouldn't be too hard. Most of us aren't very smart when it comes to women."
    "And you are one of the smart ones, I suppose."
    "No, unfortunately, I'm one of the stupid ones," said Hunter. "But I've learned a lot because of that."
    "Very well," said Andre. "I owe you much. I will learn to act the part of a fine lady if you think it will prove helpful."
    "Just call me Professor Higgins."
    "Who is Professor Higgins?"
    "He was another stupid man," said Hunter. "But never mind. For a start, let's see what we can do about that walk of yours. You can dress the part of a woman, but you still swagger like a soldier. Now, take this book...."
Chapter 3
    Charlotte Backson, the Countess de la Fere, Milady de Winter, had seduced more men than she could count. She had never before met a man who could resist her. Now she had. The man called Taylor was totally immune.
    "You can turn it off, Milady," he had said, the first time she tried to work her charm on him. "You've got nothing that I want."
    "Are you quite certain?" she had said, trying a different tack. She put just the right amount of throaty submissiveness into her voice. "After all, I am your prisoner. Your men have taken me against my will.
    You've killed my coachman and my footmen, brought me here with my eyes blindfolded, there must be something that you wanted from me. I assume it's ransom that you're after. Rest assured, you will be paid. But I do fear for my own safety. I am entirely in your power. I would do anything if it would insure my survival through this ordeal." She paused for just a second, her gaze meeting his directly. "Anything,"
    she said softly.
    The man called Taylor had laughed. "I'm afraid you're wasting your time, Milady. I'll be quite blunt.
    I'm not interested in women. You understand?"
    "Oh. Yes, I'm afraid I do."
    "You see, someone who doesn't share my sexual preferences would doubtless be extremely susceptible to you, which is why I'll be the only one to come into contact with you during your stay with us." Taylor had smiled. "Your reputation precedes you, Milady. We're fully aware of the kind of person that you are."
    "I'm afraid you have the advantage of me, sir," she had said, stiffening slightly. "I do not know what you mean when you speak of my reputation. Doubtless, you have heard some malicious gossip from—"
    "Don't be coy," said Taylor. "Here's what I mean." He reached out quickly and ripped her dress away from her shoulder with a suddenness that caught her unprepared. Quickly, she clapped her hand to her shoulder.
    "There's no use in hiding it," said Taylor. "If you ask me, it's your best feature. The brand of the harlot. The fleur-de-lis. I've known women like you all my life. You're a slut, my dear."
    "Who are you?" she said, angrily. "What is it you want from me?"
    "Why, just your companionship, Milady. Nothing more."
    "What is the ransom for my safe return? How much do you want to release me?"
    Taylor raised his eyebrows. "Why, we're not asking anything for you, Milady. All we want is the privilege of entertaining you for a short while. A week, perhaps, no more."
    "And then?"
    "And then you won't be seeing us again," said Taylor.
    Now a week had passed. It had been a maddening week. Each day, the man called Taylor came to her. He brought her all her meals and he would stay a while to talk with her. They would talk about the most meaningless of things, the weather, what