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none too gently and he began to work on the straps as Donan cursed a fair bloody streak into his ear.
Chapter Eight
It came to Analise after a time that she was lost and cold and it had started to rain. It was raining in a gentle way that soaked her purple skirts through to her under-shift. She wondered where Donan was. Surely he wouldn't leave her? Not her beloved lord.
It was then she remembered him falling from his stallion and she shivered anew when she recalled thinking that he was dead or at least dying.
“How silly can I be?” she admonished, as she picked her way down a barely discernible path in the forest of trees around her. The leafy rich ferns nearly covered the trodden ground, but she walked on, hoping it would lead somewhere.
“So silly as to believe Donan could have died over a mere fall,” Analise sang to the rain-heavy tree boughs that she passed.
She laughed and hummed a gay tune, knowing that Donan could not have died over a simple fall. Nay, her beloved was alive and well, she was sure of it. She didn't understand where her dim-witted notions came from, yet this one she was glad to pass off into the netherworld of foolishness. Only now, she must find him because he would be warm and hold her close in his arms. Then they could laugh together over how silly she was.
Donan held himself more motionless than all the living breathing things in the forest around him. He sat astride Xavier and let his senses expand, listening with his heart, his mind, and all his soul. It was a warrior's trick or discipline; the expanding of senses. He felt the light breeze pushing the hair on his collar. He smelled the pine and earthy moss around him. He felt Xavier’s heat, where his palms pressed into the stallion’s neck, and then he heard it. Faint, but still—
Alert, Donan’s senses picked the direction at once, and he clucked to Xavier. “Walk on, boy.”
His heart labored in hope, pain, and relief as he followed the faint sound of singing. If he'd not been able to tell how much he cared before, he knew it with certainty then.
Analise never heard the great stallion Xavier crashing through the green fronds to the right side of her. All that she could hear was the old Celtic song she sang. One of those her father had taught her. The special one. It was the song her father told her she was to sing to no one but her husband on their wedding morning, and then only if she had cried from joy the night before.
She only sang it from time to time to make certain she remembered it. It was the best song that she'd ever been taught and it made her feel special, because her father had said it was so important. Cheval knew the song too, for her husband only. Now each of them might never be wed and crying for joy, so the song might be lost forever along with its great secret.
“Two nightingales tears ... Twin hearts so ... One Brenin king’s song ... together belong. To er—to life, to love ... You shall be the judge—”
A movement caught the corner of Analise’s gaze and she turned, expecting to catch sight of a small forest animal. Instead blackness nearly took her eyesight, but then she recalled this had happened before, and she looked higher.
“Donan!” she cried with joy. She should have known he would find her, and he looked so tall and healthy. He was handsome.
Donan watched Analise, like a golden fairy, flying toward him and he knew there was no hope for what he would do. Not that he wanted it any other way. So, he leaned downward to take hold of her as she fairly leaped upward laughing into his outstretched arms. Then he lifted her up before him to settle her crossway on the cradle of his thighs. Analise had no compunction as she lavishly pressed all her rounded curves to his muscle and she kissed him soundly on the cheek, the ear, then his jaw.
He thought she was journeying those pink lips of hers to the most important area ... his lips. That was when he heard the amused chuckle
Chapter Eight
It came to Analise after a time that she was lost and cold and it had started to rain. It was raining in a gentle way that soaked her purple skirts through to her under-shift. She wondered where Donan was. Surely he wouldn't leave her? Not her beloved lord.
It was then she remembered him falling from his stallion and she shivered anew when she recalled thinking that he was dead or at least dying.
“How silly can I be?” she admonished, as she picked her way down a barely discernible path in the forest of trees around her. The leafy rich ferns nearly covered the trodden ground, but she walked on, hoping it would lead somewhere.
“So silly as to believe Donan could have died over a mere fall,” Analise sang to the rain-heavy tree boughs that she passed.
She laughed and hummed a gay tune, knowing that Donan could not have died over a simple fall. Nay, her beloved was alive and well, she was sure of it. She didn't understand where her dim-witted notions came from, yet this one she was glad to pass off into the netherworld of foolishness. Only now, she must find him because he would be warm and hold her close in his arms. Then they could laugh together over how silly she was.
Donan held himself more motionless than all the living breathing things in the forest around him. He sat astride Xavier and let his senses expand, listening with his heart, his mind, and all his soul. It was a warrior's trick or discipline; the expanding of senses. He felt the light breeze pushing the hair on his collar. He smelled the pine and earthy moss around him. He felt Xavier’s heat, where his palms pressed into the stallion’s neck, and then he heard it. Faint, but still—
Alert, Donan’s senses picked the direction at once, and he clucked to Xavier. “Walk on, boy.”
His heart labored in hope, pain, and relief as he followed the faint sound of singing. If he'd not been able to tell how much he cared before, he knew it with certainty then.
Analise never heard the great stallion Xavier crashing through the green fronds to the right side of her. All that she could hear was the old Celtic song she sang. One of those her father had taught her. The special one. It was the song her father told her she was to sing to no one but her husband on their wedding morning, and then only if she had cried from joy the night before.
She only sang it from time to time to make certain she remembered it. It was the best song that she'd ever been taught and it made her feel special, because her father had said it was so important. Cheval knew the song too, for her husband only. Now each of them might never be wed and crying for joy, so the song might be lost forever along with its great secret.
“Two nightingales tears ... Twin hearts so ... One Brenin king’s song ... together belong. To er—to life, to love ... You shall be the judge—”
A movement caught the corner of Analise’s gaze and she turned, expecting to catch sight of a small forest animal. Instead blackness nearly took her eyesight, but then she recalled this had happened before, and she looked higher.
“Donan!” she cried with joy. She should have known he would find her, and he looked so tall and healthy. He was handsome.
Donan watched Analise, like a golden fairy, flying toward him and he knew there was no hope for what he would do. Not that he wanted it any other way. So, he leaned downward to take hold of her as she fairly leaped upward laughing into his outstretched arms. Then he lifted her up before him to settle her crossway on the cradle of his thighs. Analise had no compunction as she lavishly pressed all her rounded curves to his muscle and she kissed him soundly on the cheek, the ear, then his jaw.
He thought she was journeying those pink lips of hers to the most important area ... his lips. That was when he heard the amused chuckle
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