KIND
EYES AND A LION’S HEART
CHAPTER
SIX
PART
ONE
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.
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Note: This novella is PG13. With the exception of GWYNETH AND THE THIEF
and THE WASTREL, my books are usually steamier.
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