No, my lord, she responded promptly, very solemn and At his heavy belt was hung a massive two-handed broadsword.Ĭarillon, he said firmly. A flash of green and gold glittering at his left shoulder caught her eye: the emerald cloak-brooch he favored. He wore black hunting leathers, she saw, and had thrown a thin green woolen mantle back from broad shoulders. His tawny-dark head was bent as he rode blue eyes on the shedding of his gloves. Lousy slid down the muddy bank into the water again. So, you wish to see Homana's prince take an unexpected bath, he said menacingly, but she saw the amusement in his eyes. Before she could strip them away entirely he swung down from the horse and caught her hands, kneeling. Hurriedly she brushed her skirts free of clinging stems and blossoms and began to pick them from her braid. His rider, who had yet to see her, rode unconcernedly through the meadowlands. She heard the jingle of bit and bridle and the heavy snort of the big stallion. Sunlight glittered off the gold of his mount's trappings and painted the chestnut warhorse bright red. He plunged sideways, halfway out of die creek, men unceremoniousĪnd I want to be of account to him, she thought intently.
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