KIND EYES AND A LION’S HEART
When Viola opened the door, an obviously upset Alphonse was fairly dancing with agitation.
“There’s been a fight, my lady,” he said before she could say a word.
Viola could think of one young knight who would likely be seriously injured if there was a quarrel, but she couldn’t see the mild-mannered Sir Melvin getting involved in a fight.
Alphonse’s next words proved that she was right. “Sir Melvin sent me to fetch you.”
“How many were hurt?” she asked, wondering who might be injured as she followed the squire, the curious Sylvia right behind.
“Just Lord Barengar, my lady. Sir Melvin knocked him clean unconscious.”
Viola came to so abrupt a halt, Sylvia nearly collided with her. “Sir Melvin?”
“Aye, my lady. Sir Melvin and Lord Barengar got in a fight, and Lord Barengar’s out cold.”
“That can’t be possible, not if he was fighting Lord Barengar,” Sylvia declared.
“Was Sir Melvin hurt?” Viola asked, ignoring her friend.
Alphonse gave Sylvia a sour look before he addressed Viola. “He says he’s not, my lady.”
Despite that reassurance, Viola wasn’t sure she could believe the squire. Sir Melvin might be hurt but not want to alarm the youth. She started forward again, at a faster pace.
“I refuse to believe that Sir Melvin could hurt Lord Barengar and not have a scratch,” Sylvia declared, panting, as she followed them. “Several men must have set upon poor Lord Barengar.”
Viola whirled around to face her. “Just because Sir Melvin doesn’t enjoy fighting doesn’t mean he can’t. And I’m quite sure however their fight started, it wasn’t Sir Melvin’s fault.”
“Well!” Sylvia huffed, reddening. “I had no idea you thought that highly of him.”
“He’s the finest young man I’ve ever met!” Viola declared before she rushed away, Alphonse hurrying after her as fast as he could.
This work is protected by copyright. See sidebar for notice.
Note: This novella is PG13. With the exception of GWYNETH AND THE THIEF and THE WASTREL, my books are usually steamier.