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cover them. "Papa! They didn't mean to! They..."

"Don't try to tell me what they were doing!" Rod shouted.

The eleven-year-old flinched, but stood up resolutely
against his father's rageтАФand that made it worse.

"How dare you defy me! You insolent little..."

"Rod!" Gwen darted into the room, wiping her hands on
her apron. "What dost thou?"

Rod whirled, forefinger stabbing at her. "Don't you even
try to speak in their defense! If you'd just make your children
toe the line, this wouldn't happen! But, oh no, you've got
to let them do whatever they want, and just scold them, and
that's only when their behavior's really atrocious!"

Gwen's head snapped back, stung. "Assuredly, thou'rt
scarce mindful of what thou sayest! 'Tis ever thou who dost
plead leniency, when I do wish to punish..."

"Sure, when!" Rod glared, striding toward her. "But for
the thousand and one things they do that deserve spanking,
and you let them off with a scold? Use your head, womanтАФ
if you can!" His gaze swept her from head to toe, and his
lip lifted in a sneer.

Gwen's eyes flared anger. "'Ware, husband! Even to
thine anger, there doth be a boundary!"

"Boundaries! Limits! That's all you ever talk about!" Rod
shouted. '"Do this! Do that! You can't do this! You can't
do that!' Marriage is just one big set of limits! Will you
ever..."

"Peace!" Magnus darted between them, holding out a
palm toward each. "I prithee!" His face was white; he was

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trembling. "Mother! Father! I beg thee!"
Rod snarled, swinging his hand up again.

Magnus stiffened; his jaw set.

Rod swung, with his full weight behind it...