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He held her hand, threading his fingers through hers. They sat quietly in the dim morning light, until the sounds from the tournament beyond the walls of the storeroom startled them back into awareness. “What is that?” Jack asked, alarmed that his uncles may have attacked.
“’Tis the tournament. David decided to hold it despite the English at our door.”
“A bold move,” said Jack. “It is past time that I should speak to your brother. My uncles will not wait long to put this castle under attack. I think they have only held back as long as they have because they did not know my whereabouts.”
“I shall take ye to my brother.” Gwyn sighed and did not move. Would she rather stay with him? The thought soared his heart. To find such a beautiful young girl who felt for him the way he felt for her was a miracle, plain and simple.
He hoped miracles were in great supply, for it would take one to get out of his current situation without bloodshed.
***
Gwyn led Jack up the circular staircase to the chapel. From there they could enter the keep without stepping into the courtyard, which now was thronged with people. Gwyn went first to ensure they were alone. Fortunately, the beginning of the joust was more than enough draw for the castle inhabitants, and they had the chapel to themselves.
Gwyn motioned Jack forward, and he limped into the chapel. He was much improved, but it would take more time before he could put his full weight on his injured foot without a wince.
“Would ye mind waiting a moment?” asked Gwyn. “I said a prayer last night and it was answered. I wish to say thanks.”
“What was the prayer?” asked Jack in a low tone. His dark eyes made Gwyn wish to kiss him again.
She turned away to the altar to prevent herself from the sin of lust in a holy place. “I prayed for yer healing.”
“Then I should say my thanks as well,” he said with conviction.
They lit two candles, made the sign of the cross, and knelt to pray. Gwyn prayed silently beside Jack. She breathed deeply the scent of candles and incense, and was filled with a calming sense of peace. His hand brushed up against hers, and they held hands as they prayed. This was right; she knew it at the core of her being.
They made the sign of the cross once more and stood, Jack accepting a hand of assistance.
“I like the verse carved in the altar,” said Jack in a hushed tone.
“My Latin is no’ what it should be,” confessed Gwyn. “What does it say?”
“ The greatest of these is love . It is from Paul’s epistle to the Corinthians where he speaks of what is truly important. He writes, these three remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love .”
“Aye,” said Gwyn softly. “’Tis true.”
Jack slowly drew her closer for a warm embrace. She relaxed into him, breathing deep of his own male scent.
“We should speak with your brother,” he said. “Though in truth I would rather go back down to the storeroom and get to know you better.”
Gwyn did not say how much she wanted to do the same. “Let us find David.”
They walked to the door leading to the main corridor of the keep. Gwyn paused, giving Jack a critical sweep of her eye. It was difficult to see beyond his handsome face, but she forced herself to see him as others might. Wrapped in the Campbell plaid, he could pass for a Campbell clansman if he did not open his mouth…and no one noticed he wore one boot and one bandage. There were many people here from many clans, hopefully he could blend in until they could find David.
They went out into the corridor and down to the Campbell solar. They passed a gillie and an elderly woman from the Douglas clan, but neither paid them any mind.
Gwyn was pleased to reach the solar but found it empty. Of course, everyone would be watching the joust. Before Gwyn could think of what to do next, Isabelle swept into the room, a babe on her hip.
“Gwyn!” cried Isabelle. “I have been wondering where you
“’Tis the tournament. David decided to hold it despite the English at our door.”
“A bold move,” said Jack. “It is past time that I should speak to your brother. My uncles will not wait long to put this castle under attack. I think they have only held back as long as they have because they did not know my whereabouts.”
“I shall take ye to my brother.” Gwyn sighed and did not move. Would she rather stay with him? The thought soared his heart. To find such a beautiful young girl who felt for him the way he felt for her was a miracle, plain and simple.
He hoped miracles were in great supply, for it would take one to get out of his current situation without bloodshed.
***
Gwyn led Jack up the circular staircase to the chapel. From there they could enter the keep without stepping into the courtyard, which now was thronged with people. Gwyn went first to ensure they were alone. Fortunately, the beginning of the joust was more than enough draw for the castle inhabitants, and they had the chapel to themselves.
Gwyn motioned Jack forward, and he limped into the chapel. He was much improved, but it would take more time before he could put his full weight on his injured foot without a wince.
“Would ye mind waiting a moment?” asked Gwyn. “I said a prayer last night and it was answered. I wish to say thanks.”
“What was the prayer?” asked Jack in a low tone. His dark eyes made Gwyn wish to kiss him again.
She turned away to the altar to prevent herself from the sin of lust in a holy place. “I prayed for yer healing.”
“Then I should say my thanks as well,” he said with conviction.
They lit two candles, made the sign of the cross, and knelt to pray. Gwyn prayed silently beside Jack. She breathed deeply the scent of candles and incense, and was filled with a calming sense of peace. His hand brushed up against hers, and they held hands as they prayed. This was right; she knew it at the core of her being.
They made the sign of the cross once more and stood, Jack accepting a hand of assistance.
“I like the verse carved in the altar,” said Jack in a hushed tone.
“My Latin is no’ what it should be,” confessed Gwyn. “What does it say?”
“ The greatest of these is love . It is from Paul’s epistle to the Corinthians where he speaks of what is truly important. He writes, these three remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love .”
“Aye,” said Gwyn softly. “’Tis true.”
Jack slowly drew her closer for a warm embrace. She relaxed into him, breathing deep of his own male scent.
“We should speak with your brother,” he said. “Though in truth I would rather go back down to the storeroom and get to know you better.”
Gwyn did not say how much she wanted to do the same. “Let us find David.”
They walked to the door leading to the main corridor of the keep. Gwyn paused, giving Jack a critical sweep of her eye. It was difficult to see beyond his handsome face, but she forced herself to see him as others might. Wrapped in the Campbell plaid, he could pass for a Campbell clansman if he did not open his mouth…and no one noticed he wore one boot and one bandage. There were many people here from many clans, hopefully he could blend in until they could find David.
They went out into the corridor and down to the Campbell solar. They passed a gillie and an elderly woman from the Douglas clan, but neither paid them any mind.
Gwyn was pleased to reach the solar but found it empty. Of course, everyone would be watching the joust. Before Gwyn could think of what to do next, Isabelle swept into the room, a babe on her hip.
“Gwyn!” cried Isabelle. “I have been wondering where you
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