"What makes you think I didn't? I had, in another time, had access to them. In my own way," came the familiar voice of Lady Phyffe, but there is something very odd about he way she talks, the way she stands. It's not the same as before.
"But you, dear infidel, should know better than to face me."
The sword is brought up, held with much more skill than before.
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