"It was an a-amusing idea but it got overdone real fast. R-right about the time the r-random soldier gets f-flogged for shagging a h-headless corpse." She wasn't about to start saying anything about Bronte. Those sorts of books had never really interested her. "Dorcas," she replied softly, feeling like she should have been named Eve or something else ironic. Maybe she was more of a Lilith. She twisted her fingers in the straps of the satchel, not sure if she should tell him. Actually she knew she shouldn't tell him but he had been so kind and he didn't have to be. Sigh. "It's a first edition of Victor Hugo's Notre-Dame de Paris."