Silver Flame
Chapter One
Stirlingshire, Scotland, 1386
"I told ye it would be unwise to answer that wench's invitation,"
Sine Catriona Brodie complained, clinging
to her seat as Farthing Magnus raced their cart down the
road, away from a keep that held an amorous lady and a
hotly jealous husband.
"So ye were in the right of it this time. How did ye ken
it?"
"With every smile she sent ye ere ye crept off to her
chambers, her husband's countenance grew blacker."
"I must remember to watch the husband as weel as the
wife."
"Wisdom that is late in arriving is better than no
wisdom at all."
Farthing laughed. "How verra wise."
"So I thought when I heard it. I dinnae believe they
follow us."
Easing the furious gait of their horse, Farthing peered
behind them. "Nay, it seems not, but we shall travel on.
He could yet turn his fury our way. I should like to get to
the fair still hale and whole."
"Doesnae it trouble ye that the lady may be beaten?"
Sine Catriona straightened her cowl, hastily tucking a
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