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her, he would want her for himself. Magnus uttered a silent prayer to Odin that she be safe from harm until he could reach her.
Esme.
He bellowed and took off at a gallop. Behind him, the sound of horses echoed over the rocky field. It normally took an hour to reach the longhouse. Magnus did it in half that.
When he got there, he swung off his horse and ran for the entranceway, broadsword held high.
Inside it was eerily silent.
There were signs of a struggle everywhere he turned. Magnus's heart beat wildly in his chest as he ran for his chamber. It was in ruins with no sign of his thrall, nor anyone for that matter.
He stormed through the longhouse to the kitchen, his blood ringing loudly in his ears.
An elderly slave huddled behind an overturned table.
Magnus lifted the old woman to her feet.
"WHERE IS MY THRALL?"
The woman looked scared witless but he had not time to calm her. He took hold of her shoulders and shook her, waking her from her trance. She stared up at him, shaking her head wildly.
"They took her! The big one with the white hair. He said he would claim her as his own!"
Magnus closed his eyes. It was as he feared. Arne had stolen his woman.
But at the very least, he knew she was still alive. Her beauty had saved her from certain death. Now it was up to him to save her from the foul hands of Arne.
Thirteen
Esme accepted the goblet of wine from the handsome Viking. She was seated at a place of honor, facing the leader of this other band of Vikings.
"Again please my lady. I am most interested in how you came to be in Magnus's bedchamber."
She blushed prettily.
"As I told you, I am being held for ransom."
She sipped her wine.
"A very large ransom. Until my kin folk can pay, I am being treated as a guest in Magnus's home. He gave me use of his chamber for myself for the duration of my stay."
Arne grinned at her, his dimples distracting her for a moment. The man really was as pretty as a girl. But there was a devilish light in those soft gray eyes of his.
"A guest? I find that hard to believe."
"And yet, it is so."
He laughed charmingly.
"Perhaps he seeks to keep you for himself. To wife."
Now it was Esme's turn to laugh.
"He despises Saxons as well you know. He would never take an enemy woman to wife."
Arne leaned forward, refilling her cup with his excellent wine.
"To bed then."
Esme coughed to cover up her dismay. She must convince Arne that she was a high born woman. Otherwise she knew she's be made into his personal plaything. The way he looked at her was already overly warm.
Did Vikings ever think of anything but rutting?
Arne's eyes slid down over her body, lingering at the top of her gown where her breasts threatened to spill free.
Apparently not.
"Magnus knows well that he must return me in my original state. Untouched. Besides, I do not think he finds me to his liking."
Arne smiled at her cunningly. He was very clever. Esme knew she must tread lightly.
"I doubt that."
"Nay, tis true! Magnus is fond
Esme.
He bellowed and took off at a gallop. Behind him, the sound of horses echoed over the rocky field. It normally took an hour to reach the longhouse. Magnus did it in half that.
When he got there, he swung off his horse and ran for the entranceway, broadsword held high.
Inside it was eerily silent.
There were signs of a struggle everywhere he turned. Magnus's heart beat wildly in his chest as he ran for his chamber. It was in ruins with no sign of his thrall, nor anyone for that matter.
He stormed through the longhouse to the kitchen, his blood ringing loudly in his ears.
An elderly slave huddled behind an overturned table.
Magnus lifted the old woman to her feet.
"WHERE IS MY THRALL?"
The woman looked scared witless but he had not time to calm her. He took hold of her shoulders and shook her, waking her from her trance. She stared up at him, shaking her head wildly.
"They took her! The big one with the white hair. He said he would claim her as his own!"
Magnus closed his eyes. It was as he feared. Arne had stolen his woman.
But at the very least, he knew she was still alive. Her beauty had saved her from certain death. Now it was up to him to save her from the foul hands of Arne.
Thirteen
Esme accepted the goblet of wine from the handsome Viking. She was seated at a place of honor, facing the leader of this other band of Vikings.
"Again please my lady. I am most interested in how you came to be in Magnus's bedchamber."
She blushed prettily.
"As I told you, I am being held for ransom."
She sipped her wine.
"A very large ransom. Until my kin folk can pay, I am being treated as a guest in Magnus's home. He gave me use of his chamber for myself for the duration of my stay."
Arne grinned at her, his dimples distracting her for a moment. The man really was as pretty as a girl. But there was a devilish light in those soft gray eyes of his.
"A guest? I find that hard to believe."
"And yet, it is so."
He laughed charmingly.
"Perhaps he seeks to keep you for himself. To wife."
Now it was Esme's turn to laugh.
"He despises Saxons as well you know. He would never take an enemy woman to wife."
Arne leaned forward, refilling her cup with his excellent wine.
"To bed then."
Esme coughed to cover up her dismay. She must convince Arne that she was a high born woman. Otherwise she knew she's be made into his personal plaything. The way he looked at her was already overly warm.
Did Vikings ever think of anything but rutting?
Arne's eyes slid down over her body, lingering at the top of her gown where her breasts threatened to spill free.
Apparently not.
"Magnus knows well that he must return me in my original state. Untouched. Besides, I do not think he finds me to his liking."
Arne smiled at her cunningly. He was very clever. Esme knew she must tread lightly.
"I doubt that."
"Nay, tis true! Magnus is fond
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