Farina, The Rescue

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​⁠The Goshawk was on his feet. ‘Now, lass,’ said he to Margarita, ‘now is the time!’ He took her hand, and led her to the door. Schwartz Thier closed up behind her. Not a man in the hall interposed. Werner’s head moved round after them, like a dog on the watch; but he was dumb. The door opened, and Farina entered. He bore a sheaf of weapons under his arm. The familiar sight relieved Werner’s senses