A Warrior's Passion

“Is that what you did to my mother before she ran away?”

“She ran off with another man, as you well know,” he growled. “She left you here with me, so you had better do what I say, or I’ll have you put in a convent to rot.”

“Maybe I would prefer to rot there than exist here!”

“Very well! That can be arranged—but until then, you will do as I command, and I want you to help that grim-faced Welshman don the brat.” With his free hand, Diarmad gathered up the clothing. “Come!”

He marched toward the door, pulling her with him.

“Wait!” she protested. “I’ll do what you ask, but don’t drag me through the village like a dog.”

He halted and gave her a narrow-eyed glare as he let go and handed her the clothing. “It is time you saw sense.”

As she went to the door, his next words sounded like a curse.

“At least we know he’s not going to make improper advances. He cannot even bring himself to look at you.”

Griffydd briskly rubbed his legs with a piece of rough linen, warming them. God’s wounds, that water had been cold!

Since his unforeseen dash into the stream, a cool wind had arisen, blowing in across the harbor. As a result, this vast longhouse was scarcely much warmer than outside, especially when one was naked.

It had seemed to take forever to get a fire lit in the hearth, and his shivering had not helped.

He thought of all the times Sir Urien Fitzroy, said to be the finest trainer of fighting men in England and an old friend of his father’s, had insisted they continue their arms practice in the chilling rain or even snow. When Dylan had grumbled that Fitzroy was trying to kill them slowly, he had reminded them that battles were not always fought in fine weather, and that sometimes a man had to fend for himself if he got separated from his army, which meant traveling cold and wet and hungry.

While Griffydd could appreciate the reasoning, he had hated every minute of Fitzroy’s lessons of endurance.

As Griffydd reached for his breeches, he reflected that today he had done something better than fend for himself after losing his companions: he had saved a child’s life.