Yusuf trusts his doubts
Leila was surprised, but after her first sharp gasp she managed not to show it. Yusuf was too flustered to notice even that.
“Sister!” He sat up on the bed. “Is it time?”
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Malcolm keeps to himself
Colban called out, and the dog wheeled and dashed back to him in a spray of sand. The mutt had been tagging along with them since Hexham, and Malcolm had let him, because the dog was someone Colban could play with and talk to. That meant Malcolm could keep to himself.
Flann looks into the mirror
Flann tossed back the blanket and sat up. She was not the sort of woman who used sex to bend her husband to her will, but if the Good Lord had made the female body so attractive to the male eye, it was surely no sin to use it to attract male attention.
Cearball learns the conditions
Don’t wake him when he’s sleeping. Don’t bother him when he’s drinking or eating. Stay back when he growls. Cearball wondered whether Malcolm had realized how much his warnings made his father sound like a vicious dog.
Lasrua awaits her time to dance
“Rua? Are you feeling ill?”
Lasrua was not listening. She paid no attention to any of the voices in the room until she noticed they had all fallen silent, and then—what had Edris said? Was she ill? She shoved her tingling arm off her lap and looked up.
Egelric becomes the big man on the bed
Egelric blinked against the light. He was cold and wet and naked, and aside from a sense-memory of a whistling sound, like falling through air, he did not remember any gradual return of consciousness worthy of the name of waking. He could not recall so much as the last five seconds. At some instant he had simply become aware.
Seconds passed—five and ten and thirty—and remained in his mind. This was good. Then he turned his head.
Gunnilda meets the so-called King
Gunnilda had failed to reckon how exhausted a brisk march up the hill slope would leave her, but it had been worth it: the “fine men” were still in the square.
The laughter of the blue one carried as far as a shout: clear and loud without the grating edge of a guffaw. Bertie laughed to hear it. Gunnilda grit her teeth. If they laughed because they had spied Alwy’s blond head bobbing up the hill, then their piece would be garnished with an extra ladle of sour Gunnilda sauce.
Gunnilda prepares her piece
Alwy ducked his head through the door and scuffed to a stop in the dirt. Gunnilda was ready for him.
Ris makes a sound
Ris pushed the door closed with his back. A last gust of winter whirled in behind him and fluttered the flames of the lamps, but the haze that filled the room stopped the delicate scent of wet pines outside.
Matthew has a Christian reason
Father Dominic clucked his tongue and waved the back of his hand at Father Matthew, cutting his fellow priest off in mid-boast.
“That is nothing. We Italians, you know. Mine is twice longer.”
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