Infante

She’d gestured in a direction.  I already suspected.  The initial kick at the pallet.  Helen had entered the collection of barrels and crates at a point further from the Infante than Mary had, but in the interest of deceiving the enemy, she’d moved to a point well beyond Mary’s position, trying to circle around to the back and side of the Infante.  The Infante had heard or guessed.

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