Roan of Ellan Vannin
Chapter One
"Ah, there's our hero. You're remarkably prompt, Sir Roan of Ellan Vannin."
Prince Ambros grinned when he saw how sickly pale Roan seemed, gazing about at
the churning sea as if he was ready to swoon away. "Not much of a sea dog, are
ye?"
The others laughed at their prince's taunting. Roan blinked, attempting to focus
on Ambros. There were two of him moving in haphazard directions as the ship took
another steep dive into the swells. Roan shook his head. "Agh ... damned,
forsaken
ship ..." He groaned, feeling his stomach tighten.
"Let's hope the storm does not become truly fierce or it shall go badly for ye.
My cousin Britta is remarkably swift, light of foot and skilled at arms." Prince
Ambros sighed with a hint of pity.
"I doubt not that I can deal a swift, sure deathblow to the creature," he
responded with cool confidence. "If she is as good as you claim she is, we shall
be evenly matched."
"She did bid me to give ye this gift," Ambros said, pulling a golden necklace
from his pocket, a small golden canister dangled from the end. "She hoped ye
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