Chapter One
Medieval England
Wessex, Spring 1265
As Edlyn leaned over to fit the key into the lock, the door creaked on its
hinges. Confused, she stared at the widening aperture. The wood around the lock
hung in splinters, and only the half-light of dawn had masked the damage from
her unwary gaze.
Someone had broken into the dispensary.
She took a hasty step back along the graveled path in the dispensary's garden.
The recent battle had brought many men-wounded men, frightened men, desperate
men-to the abbey's infirmary, and she knew better than to linger alone in their
vicinity.
As Edlyn prepared to run, she heard the sound of labored breathing. Whoever had
shattered the door remained inside, and judging from his anguished sounds, he
was hurt. She hesitated, unwilling to let anyone suffer, yet knowing she should
seek one of the monks for assistance.
Before she could make her decision, an arm snaked around her throat. Jerked hard
against a sweaty male body, she kicked wildly. Something touched her cheek, and
steel glinted at the comer of her eye.
A dagger.
"If ye scream, I'll slit yer throat from gullet t' gizzard."
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