Neither was a prospect that brought any joy to the kneeling peasant-woman's heart... and so she hesitated before doing either, partly to delay, and partly caught upon the dilemma of two unsavoury choice. Finally a possible way to choose came to her, and she swallowed, eyes flitting up toward his face again. "Which... which would be more pleasing to my lord?"<br/><br/>She was very tense as she asked; her body almost quivering with the innate desire to be anyplace but kneeling before this man, from whom all the fear that riddled his lands flowed.