Chapter 15

           Asheran,theMarionettefeltmoreandmorecertainthathewouldhavetogivehimselfupintothehandsofhispursuers.Suddenlyhesawalittlecottagegleamingwhiteasthesnowamongthetreesoftheforest. 

           "IfIhaveenoughbreathleftwithwhichtoreachthatlittlehouse,Imaybesaved,"hesaidtohimself. 

           Notwaitinganothermoment,hedartedswiftlythroughthewoods,theAssassinsstillafterhim. 

           Afterahardraceofalmostanhour,tiredandoutofbreath,Pinocchiofinallyreachedthedoorofthecottageandknocked. Nooneanswered. 

           Heknockedagain,harderthanbefore,forbehindhimheheardthestepsandthelaboredbreathingofhispersecutors.Thesamesilencefollowed. 

           Asknockingwasofnouse,Pinocchio,indespair,begantokickandbangagainstthedoor,asifhewantedtobreakit.Atthenoise,awindowopenedandalovelymaidenlookedout.Shehadazurehairandafacewhiteaswax. Hereyeswereclosedandherhandscrossedonherbreast.Withavoicesoweakthatithardlycouldbeheard,shewhispered: 

           "Noonelivesinthishouse.Everyoneisdead." 

           "Won’tyou,atleast,openthedoorforme?"criedPinocchioinabeseechingvoice. 

           "Ialsoamdead." 

           "Dead?Whatareyoudoingatthewindow,then?" 

           "Iamwaitingforthecoffintotakemeaway." 

           Afterthesewords,thelittlegirldisappearedandthewindowclosedwithoutasound. 

           "Oh,LovelyMaidenwithAzureHair,"criedPinocchio,"open,Ibegofyou.TakepityonapoorboywhoisbeingchasedbytwoAssass--" 

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