"You will learn the meaning of this spit image, no? And say it to me. When we meet again?" Loretta tightened her hand on the reins. "Yes, we meet again." He glanced over at her, his expression suddenly solemn. "We walk backward in our footsteps, eh? Maybe you will walk forward a new way when we reach your wooden walls. You could be a little bit happy as my woman, no?"