Spellbound
“Kade muttered something in his sleep. Maighdlin felt a stab of hurt as she realized what it was. Fenalla.
He grabbed at her wrist, and she dragged a cool, wet cloth over his forehead. It seemed to calm him. Her own eyelids were drooping with sleep.
A group of men stood round the fire now, including Ian and the hooded villager who had defended Kade. Ian praised Maighdlin’s bravery as well as the man’s. “They both saved Kade’s life,” Ian said. “Kade was knocked from his horse. He was on the ground, unconscious. Maighdlin took down a MacKinnon who had his ax raised above Kade, ready to cleave him asunder.”
Murmurs swept the circle of stalwart men as quickly as a hot fire in a dry forest. “Aye, and with an arrow to the heart. This man here,” Ian pointed to the villager, “took down another MacKinnon intent on pushing the last breath of life from our laird. He buried an ax in the enemy’s chest.”
The warriors weren’t sure how to react.
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