The sword moved again, and the light from the sun flashed on the bright metal. Soon, all that Bathsheba could see was a bright light flashing around her. Troy had never practised better than this. ´Your hair is a little untidy, Miss Everdene,´ he said. ´I?ll make it tidy for you.´ The sword went past her ear with a whispering sound. A small piece of her hair fell to the ground. She watched him pick up the lock of hair and put it in his pocket. ´I?ll keep this forever,´ he said. He came closer to her. ´I must leave you now.´ Then he kissed her softly on the lips. She was not strong enough to say or do anything to stop him. A moment later, he was gone.
