Thursday, June 04, 2015

FREE Novella - Chapter One, Part Four

Sure enough, Melvin’s cousin Barengar was standing at the entrance to the tent, all six feet of him, with his handsome face and broad shoulders and that smile that made women flock to him like ducklings after their mother. 
          Not surprisingly, the young serving woman was also looking at Barengar.  And now he would be forgotten.
“Who is this little flower among the wounded?” Barengar asked, running a measuring and predatory gaze over the young woman.
          Instead of answering Barengar, she turned back to Melvin, her brows furrowed with what looked like...displeasure?  “Do you know that man?” she asked.
          “I’m Lord Barengar de Morraine,” Barengar declared, strolling forward as if this was his hall and everything in it belonged to him, including the young woman.
          Not if I can help it, Melvin thought with sudden determination.  “She’s assisting the physician,” he said, taking hold of his cousin’s elbow and steering him toward the opening of the tent.  “Come on, coz.  I have to pay you the ransom for my horse and things.  I should do that before the feast, don’t you think?  Don’t want to forget.”
          Barengar pulled his arm free.  “There’s some time yet before the feast and I’ll make certain you don’t forget,” his cousin replied.  He gave the young woman one of his charming smiles.  “So, my pretty, what’s your name?”
          She drew herself up and regarded Barengar as if he was a worm.  “I am the Lady Viola de Landbourgh, the niece of Lord Percival, your host.”
Barengar’s stunned expression would have been funny if Melvin hadn’t been just as shocked. 

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Note:  This novella is PG13.  With the exception of GWYNETH ANDTHE THIEF and THE WASTREL, my books are usually steamier. 

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