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 Then ye best get busy. This from Graeme.
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Euan lifted one dark brow.
Graeme grinned, then bowed mockingly toward his elder siblings.  Your comely
wenches?
 Aye? they asked in unison.
Graeme jerked his head toward the tent where even as he spoke two women were
emerging, making efficient beelines toward the thick of the forest, dashing
off into it at top speed.  I dinna think they ken the honor ye give tae them,
making them Donald brides. He chuckled.  In fact, looks tae me as though they
are getting away.
Chapter 5
Janet glowered at the giant brute standing beside her, one bulging
and vein-roped arm plastered about her waist. So much for her ill-fated escape
attempt, she thought glumly. The only thing it had garnered her washis
undivided attention, not to mention being forcibly separated from Morag as
though they were two naughty girls being grounded from playing with each other
by their fathers.
So now she stood beside her captor who, much to her
disgruntlement, looked extremely handsome now that he d cleaned himself up a
bit. Frightening, but handsome nevertheless.
He was wearing a clean plaid of muted blue and green with a white tunic
beneath it. His plaid was draped over one arm and held together by a large
emerald jewel at one shoulder. The garment fell just above his knees, showing
off legs too well muscled to belong to a human.
Janet s lips pinched together. It wasn t fair that a man so
dastardly should look so good.
Men who had the look of soldiers began to gather in on all sides.
At first Janet thought it was to make certain she didn t try to flee as if she
could with Euan s tree of an arm clamped around her! but now she wasn t so
sure. They didn t seem to be paying her much attention in fact. Their interest
seemed to lie with the short little man standing in front of she and Euan
wearing a scratchy looking robe with a hooded cowl and speaking in some other
foreign tongue she couldn t make heads or tails of.
Janet sighed. It had been a long day. It felt like days ago that
she and Morag had attempted to fly the coop so to speak, but in reality it had
only been what was probably ten to twelve hours.
After they had been recaptured, Euan and the fair-haired man that
had stolen Morag had separated the women from each other s company. They d
been within seeing distance of the other at all times, but not within a range
that allowed for conversation.
Janet had managed to scrape up her knees even worse while on the
run, tripping over the fallen branch that had eventually permitted the big oaf
at her side to catch up with her. Damn branch.
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Following her rather ignominious capture, Euan had recleaned her
knees in private then shut her cloak. He had pointed and growled at her
clothing, making it apparent that she wasn t allowed to remove her outer wear
for any reason whatsoever.
Not that she would have. She hardly wanted to show off skin to any
of the men surrounding her.
Following his grunts and stern finger pointing lecture, Euan had
placed her atop a horse and jumped up to sit behind her on the mount. They had
ridden that way hour after hour, stopping only briefly to eat and care for the
animals.
If there had been any lingering doubts in her mind as to whether
or not she and Morag had managed to do the inexplicable and travel through
time, they had quickly been vanquished. There was no evidence of the modern
age anywhere to be found. Nothing but horses, non-English speaking peoples,
shabbily dressed villagers, the occasional man or woman hocking crudely made
foods and wares, and wild animals galore.
Then they had come to this place. This hole in the wall village
that boasted a few thatched huts and little else. Morag had been the first to
be swept from her horse and squirreled away into the very forest clearing
Janet stood in right now.
When Morag had emerged from the clearing a bit later, her face had
been white as a ghost s. She had been trying to tell Janet something with her
eyes...something, but what she hadn t any notion.
Janet s gaze had fallen to Morag s clothing. The cloak she wore
hadn t looked torn or bearing any evidence of a man trying to rip through it
to force himself on her. That had been Janet s primary concern. When that fear [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]