He grinned- More like a wood nymph, I would say. I did not say you presented an unattractive sight, Alix. The animal reacted to her unexpected appearance with alacrity. A ruby signet ring flashed on the forefinger of his right hand, reminding her of his rank and the enormity of his presence before her. ![]() He sighed and dismissed the topic with an idle wave of his hand. He plunged sideways, halfway out of die creek, men unceremonious She grinned at him and shook her head as he tried to settle the horse- The creek bottom offered treacherous footing to any beast, and me warhorse had yet to find a comfortable spot, Finally his rider cursed again in exasperation and spurred him through the water onto the bank, where he stared down at her from the chestnut's great height. What have you been doing harvesting all the flowers? You are fair covered with them. The prince stared down at her quizzically, one tawny eyebrow rose. Lousy slid down the muddy bank into the water again. No, my lord, she responded promptly, very solemn andĬarillon, he said firmly. She grinned in devious anticipation and straightened in the deep grass, wiping water from her sun-browned skin. The warriors splashed into the creek, splattering her liberally. Before she could strip them away entirely he swung down from the horse and caught her hands, kneeling. Hurriedly she brushed her skirts free of clinging stems and blossoms and began to pick them from her braid. If she allowed him to see it she would be no different from anyone else to him, and therefore of no account. She felt the familiar leap of excitement, anticipation and wonder within her breast, and quickly tried to dismiss it. She drew her knees up and clasped her arms around them, resting her chin on their tops. ![]() She was purpose-fully intent on her work, for if she allowed her thoughts to range freely she would be overtaken by the knowledge and the hope that he still might come.īy the gods, she whispered within her mind, he is prince of this land and comes to see me Stems and crushed blooms littered the coarse yellow gown she wore and damp earth stained the garment, but she paid it no mind. Carefully she twined purple summer flowers into her single dark brown braid, and dabbled bare feet in the rushing water. She sat by the creek, half-hidden in lush grasses.
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