"S-she, t-the girl said she didn't want to go and to take her back," Lady Blois answered while shivering under the lord's towering frame.
"That's a very simple letter. See, it wasn't that difficult to tell the truth now was it?" Nicholas asked her kindly and continued, "Though you have told the truth I can't behave like you didn't do anything. You seem to have a talent in copying people's work," he added looking around the painting that looked like the replica in the theaters he had visited, "Guards," he called his guardsmen who stood outside the house, "Cut three of her fingers from each hand."
"Yes, milord."
"NO! Please don't!! I won't do something like this! Lord Nicholas!" Lady Blois pleaded but Nicholas didn't move a muscle.
"You won't and that is the whole point of this. Be reminded that I am being generous here. If I hear you or any servant in here speak a whisper about this...I will make it far more worse than just chop your fingers off."
