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.Everyitem of any value, from the silver dinner plates to the tapestries that hung in the solar, had been thrown in.Atop this mound sat an open chest full of gold and silver coins, many more coins than the estate reserve.Carlos glanced down behind his seat in a meaningful way.Morvan let his own gaze follow.Under thetapestry, its edge barely visible beneath the clutter, lay a shield.He also saw the very tip of a sword s hilt.Damn it, what was she up to? Twenty men guarded this dais.Even if he could get the weapon& Butmaybe Anna just wanted to give him the right to die fighting.It would be like her.Gurwant walked over to the wagon and surveyed its contents. The treasure of La Roche de Roald, hesaid. Part of it.The rest arrives soon, Carlos said. She is coming then? ABC Amber Text Converter Trial version, http://www.processtext.com/abctxt.html Aye.She is coming. His tone suggested that Carlos thought Anna had made a bad choice.Morvanagreed.His head and heart almost burst from the turmoil in them.The relief that he would see her onemore time fought with fear for her.Marguerite descended from the wagon, holding her cloak tightly around her.Gurwant looked down ather.She did not even acknowledge his presence, but kept her gaze fixed on Morvan.Gurwant touchedthe girl s head.Morvan s stomach turned. I am not yours until the exchange is made, Marguerite said stiffly. I will wait with my lord. Shemarched over to the steps, straight-backed and proud.She bore such dignity in her manner that no onethought to stop her.She came up and stood between Morvan and Louis.Everyone waited, milling around expectantly, the men eyeing the coins pouring out of the chest.Then theair on the plain changed and a soundless noise poured coward them from the west.Morvan knew whatwas happening, and Gurwant and the other battle-experienced men recognized it as well.This was theway a field felt when the enemy charged but had not yet become visible.But the western hills did not fill with soldiers and knights.Instead, snaking over the crest came a long lineof horses tethered together, herded by six grooms.The real treasure of La Roche de Roald.Their value would easily surpass the coin in the chest.The front of the long file drew near, and the lead groom jumped down from his mount.The other horseswere not drawn up, but kept strung out.The grooms dropped to their feet and untethered them, holdingthem in groups by their reins.She had sent only the stallions.The horses in one of the distant groups moved a bit.From his raised position Morvan saw the faintestglint of steel on the groom s saddle under a leather flap.His glance quickly shot around the rest of theherd.Except for the lead man, these were not grooms at all, but five of his own knights and soldiers.They stayed out of view, blocked by the horses, slouching to look servile, but he picked out Walter andseveral of the other recent additions to his retinue. My lord, look you to my cloak, Marguerite whispered.She lifted one edge of her cloak to reveal adagger hung around her waist. When she comes. It is too risky for you, child. When she comes, no one will be watching us. Perhaps she was right.Indeed, no one watched them now.Certainly not Gurwant, whose gaze examinedthe western horizon, searching for the woman he both hated and wanted. ABC Amber Text Converter Trial version, http://www.processtext.com/abctxt.htmlSuddenly, on the most distant hill to the north, two men appeared.One was Ascanio.They dismounted,as if to announce that they would come no farther.Their presence created a new air of anticipation.Gurwant paced forward, away from the dais to the fore of his men.And then, out of the thinning mist that surrounded the southern hill, a white horse began to emerge.Itstopped for a moment, and the early morning sun picked up the gold of long blond curls blowing in thebreeze.The white stallion walked forward into view.The woman riding it became visible.A breathless hush fellover the assembled soldiers.Morvan s own breathing almost stopped too.She looked like a gold and white goddess riding out of the mists of time.She sat on the stallion asstraight-backed, dignified, and authoritative as ever.Her strength and nobility covered her like an invisiblecloak, but in truth she wore little else.A golden band encircled her head, and a thin short shift, cinched ather waist with a golden cord, clung to her breasts and rode high on her thighs.The strap of her quivercrossed over her chest, outlining her body.Her loose hair was not yet long enough to cover those breastsand arms and spreading hips.Naked thighs and legs dangled down either side of the horse.Morvan had seen her completely unclothed many times, but even he was stunned by this confident, eroticimage.This was not the same girl whom he had first kissed.This was an Anna fully aware of herdesirability and willing to use its power.She frankly challenged every man to dare to want her and try forher.As she came closer the grooms turned to face the dais so as not to look at her.The stallions at the backof the herd began showing restless agitation.Her slow progress provided the distraction that they needed.Morvan was jolted out of his reverie by thecuts of Marguerite s blade on the ropes that bound his hands.From his right, he heard Louis mutter, Holy Jesus. Morvan gestured for Marguerite to cut the other men s ropes. I think that the men loyal to me aresupposed to look away, Louis. He reached up and slipped the noose off his neck. You wouldn t deny a condemned man a view of paradise, would you, my lord? Louis asked sheepishlybefore he became aware of Marguerite s dagger behind him.The agitation of the stallions grew, spreading like a ripple in a lake.The horses around the dais becameaffected.Suddenly, the white stallion broke into a gallop.Anna charged at the stallions and then pivoted away,arching around to the left and heading directly at Gurwant.The stallions of La Roche de Roald followedher, and a herd of horses began stampeding toward the dais.Walter and the others held on to their mounts and rose to their saddles.Swords appeared from underflaps, and the knights allowed their horses to follow the others.Confusion broke out as the enemy tried toretain their panicking steeds.Gurwant turned, cold eyes hard with anger, and began pushing his way tothe dais.And still Anna rode toward them, a bow in her hands now.Morvan jumped into the wagon.Gurwant ran toward him, battle-ax raised.An arrow thudded into the ground in front of his feet.Gurwant halted and turned in fury.Anna gallopedpast, turning in her saddle with another arrow aimed at her adversary s head.Morvan grabbed the swordand shield and held it aloft.She nodded and urged her horse onward, the trailing herd blocking Gurwant ABC Amber Text Converter Trial version, http://www.processtext.com/abctxt.htmls movements more surely than the arrow had.Carlos had freed the wagon s horses. The other one is for you, he shouted as he swung up on one. Get the child out, Morvan yelled, but already Marguerite was jumping into Carlos s arms. Louis, take the other horse.I will be better on foot, Morvan commanded [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Everyitem of any value, from the silver dinner plates to the tapestries that hung in the solar, had been thrown in.Atop this mound sat an open chest full of gold and silver coins, many more coins than the estate reserve.Carlos glanced down behind his seat in a meaningful way.Morvan let his own gaze follow.Under thetapestry, its edge barely visible beneath the clutter, lay a shield.He also saw the very tip of a sword s hilt.Damn it, what was she up to? Twenty men guarded this dais.Even if he could get the weapon& Butmaybe Anna just wanted to give him the right to die fighting.It would be like her.Gurwant walked over to the wagon and surveyed its contents. The treasure of La Roche de Roald, hesaid. Part of it.The rest arrives soon, Carlos said. She is coming then? ABC Amber Text Converter Trial version, http://www.processtext.com/abctxt.html Aye.She is coming. His tone suggested that Carlos thought Anna had made a bad choice.Morvanagreed.His head and heart almost burst from the turmoil in them.The relief that he would see her onemore time fought with fear for her.Marguerite descended from the wagon, holding her cloak tightly around her.Gurwant looked down ather.She did not even acknowledge his presence, but kept her gaze fixed on Morvan.Gurwant touchedthe girl s head.Morvan s stomach turned. I am not yours until the exchange is made, Marguerite said stiffly. I will wait with my lord. Shemarched over to the steps, straight-backed and proud.She bore such dignity in her manner that no onethought to stop her.She came up and stood between Morvan and Louis.Everyone waited, milling around expectantly, the men eyeing the coins pouring out of the chest.Then theair on the plain changed and a soundless noise poured coward them from the west.Morvan knew whatwas happening, and Gurwant and the other battle-experienced men recognized it as well.This was theway a field felt when the enemy charged but had not yet become visible.But the western hills did not fill with soldiers and knights.Instead, snaking over the crest came a long lineof horses tethered together, herded by six grooms.The real treasure of La Roche de Roald.Their value would easily surpass the coin in the chest.The front of the long file drew near, and the lead groom jumped down from his mount.The other horseswere not drawn up, but kept strung out.The grooms dropped to their feet and untethered them, holdingthem in groups by their reins.She had sent only the stallions.The horses in one of the distant groups moved a bit.From his raised position Morvan saw the faintestglint of steel on the groom s saddle under a leather flap.His glance quickly shot around the rest of theherd.Except for the lead man, these were not grooms at all, but five of his own knights and soldiers.They stayed out of view, blocked by the horses, slouching to look servile, but he picked out Walter andseveral of the other recent additions to his retinue. My lord, look you to my cloak, Marguerite whispered.She lifted one edge of her cloak to reveal adagger hung around her waist. When she comes. It is too risky for you, child. When she comes, no one will be watching us. Perhaps she was right.Indeed, no one watched them now.Certainly not Gurwant, whose gaze examinedthe western horizon, searching for the woman he both hated and wanted. ABC Amber Text Converter Trial version, http://www.processtext.com/abctxt.htmlSuddenly, on the most distant hill to the north, two men appeared.One was Ascanio.They dismounted,as if to announce that they would come no farther.Their presence created a new air of anticipation.Gurwant paced forward, away from the dais to the fore of his men.And then, out of the thinning mist that surrounded the southern hill, a white horse began to emerge.Itstopped for a moment, and the early morning sun picked up the gold of long blond curls blowing in thebreeze.The white stallion walked forward into view.The woman riding it became visible.A breathless hush fellover the assembled soldiers.Morvan s own breathing almost stopped too.She looked like a gold and white goddess riding out of the mists of time.She sat on the stallion asstraight-backed, dignified, and authoritative as ever.Her strength and nobility covered her like an invisiblecloak, but in truth she wore little else.A golden band encircled her head, and a thin short shift, cinched ather waist with a golden cord, clung to her breasts and rode high on her thighs.The strap of her quivercrossed over her chest, outlining her body.Her loose hair was not yet long enough to cover those breastsand arms and spreading hips.Naked thighs and legs dangled down either side of the horse.Morvan had seen her completely unclothed many times, but even he was stunned by this confident, eroticimage.This was not the same girl whom he had first kissed.This was an Anna fully aware of herdesirability and willing to use its power.She frankly challenged every man to dare to want her and try forher.As she came closer the grooms turned to face the dais so as not to look at her.The stallions at the backof the herd began showing restless agitation.Her slow progress provided the distraction that they needed.Morvan was jolted out of his reverie by thecuts of Marguerite s blade on the ropes that bound his hands.From his right, he heard Louis mutter, Holy Jesus. Morvan gestured for Marguerite to cut the other men s ropes. I think that the men loyal to me aresupposed to look away, Louis. He reached up and slipped the noose off his neck. You wouldn t deny a condemned man a view of paradise, would you, my lord? Louis asked sheepishlybefore he became aware of Marguerite s dagger behind him.The agitation of the stallions grew, spreading like a ripple in a lake.The horses around the dais becameaffected.Suddenly, the white stallion broke into a gallop.Anna charged at the stallions and then pivoted away,arching around to the left and heading directly at Gurwant.The stallions of La Roche de Roald followedher, and a herd of horses began stampeding toward the dais.Walter and the others held on to their mounts and rose to their saddles.Swords appeared from underflaps, and the knights allowed their horses to follow the others.Confusion broke out as the enemy tried toretain their panicking steeds.Gurwant turned, cold eyes hard with anger, and began pushing his way tothe dais.And still Anna rode toward them, a bow in her hands now.Morvan jumped into the wagon.Gurwant ran toward him, battle-ax raised.An arrow thudded into the ground in front of his feet.Gurwant halted and turned in fury.Anna gallopedpast, turning in her saddle with another arrow aimed at her adversary s head.Morvan grabbed the swordand shield and held it aloft.She nodded and urged her horse onward, the trailing herd blocking Gurwant ABC Amber Text Converter Trial version, http://www.processtext.com/abctxt.htmls movements more surely than the arrow had.Carlos had freed the wagon s horses. The other one is for you, he shouted as he swung up on one. Get the child out, Morvan yelled, but already Marguerite was jumping into Carlos s arms. Louis, take the other horse.I will be better on foot, Morvan commanded [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]