'By God, you are a temptress, girl. You have the body of a whore and the face of an angel, ' he muttered thickly, wiping his lips. 'That old devil Orme at the Abbey said you would serve me well, and he was right. But you need to be taught who is master here; unbroken you are far too heady a drug.' From beside his bed he pulled out a thin whip, the ornate handle set with jet. 'How fitting that I should use this next on you...' When...