This time as he pressed upon the sword, she could not prevent making a noise, a strangled inhalation of sound from a wide-open mouth as she stared up under the raised front of his helm, shaking her head.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Garamond;">"I'll not be your pet, human. Depend on it, I shall be free or dead before I fall to your wishes."</span>