My Lady Captor
Chapter One
Scottish border-summer 1388
"Sweet Mary, Sorcha, I cannae go down there."
Sorcha Hay understood her pretty cousin Margaret's
hesitation, one bred of a horror she shared. At the base
of the small, windswept hill they stood upon sprawled
the men who had fallen in the latest skirmish between
Sir James Douglas and the English Lord "Hotspur"
Percy of Northumberland. It was a bloody squabble. This
one had been over a banner which the Scots had stolen
while raiding in England, causing Hotspur to vow to get
it back. Word was that the Scots had won, even capturing
Hotspur himself, but it had cost them Sir James
Douglas, a brave knight. Sorcha doubted that many of
the men scattered on the rocky ground below her felt
particularly victorious as they breathed their last.
A gust of wind slapped a hank of her thick chestnut hair
across her face. She welcomed the way it obscured her
view for a moment. The sight of so many dead men was a
painful one. She was also terrified that one of the broken
figures on the ground was her brother Dougal. A heavy
sigh escaped her as she mor ... read full excerpt from: My Lady Captor ebook
