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"Do not make promises you cannot keep," Sovay told him, warningly, when he came courting with pretty words on his lips.
"I keep my promises," he told her.
He had promised never to harm her, promised to be a good husband, promised to love her always. Perhaps he was an excellent liar. Perhaps he would beat her at night like her mother had been beaten. Perhaps he would sleep in other women's beds and speak pretty lies at night.
She had to test him. She had to know.
Sovay's mother was dead at her father's hands. Sovay would not die.