He sighed and dismissed the topic with an idle wave of his hand. He plunged sideways, halfway out of die creek, men unceremonious 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. What have you been doing harvesting all the flowers? You are fair covered with them. The prince stared down at her quizzically, one tawny eyebrow rose. She tried to draw her hands from his large weapon-callused ones. No, my lord, she responded promptly, very solemn and Then her attention was caught by an approaching rider, and she let fall the flowered braid from limp fingers. She grinned in devious anticipation and straightened in the deep grass, wiping water from her sun-browned skin.Ī songbird called from the forest behind and she glanced up, smiling at the delicate melody. The warriors splashed into the creek, splattering her liberally.
He grinned- More like a wood nymph, I would say. I did not say you presented an unattractive sight, Alix. So, you wish to see Homana's prince take an unexpected bath, he said menacingly, but she saw the amusement in his eyes.īy the gods, she whispered within her mind, he is prince of this land and comes to see me I did not think you would come, she said, pitching her voice to carry over the noisy horse. She was purpose-fully intent on her work, for if she allowed her thoughts to range freely she would be overtaken by the knowledge and the hope that he still might come. Stems and crushed blooms littered the coarse yellow gown she wore and damp earth stained the garment, but she paid it no mind. Carefully she twined purple summer flowers into her single dark brown braid, and dabbled bare feet in the rushing water. She sat by the creek, half-hidden in lush grasses. There are no titles between us.Īnd I want to be of account to him, she thought intently. 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.
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