A Knight's Captive
Chapter One
Northern England, September 1066
"Uncle Marc! Is she not as beautiful as the sun? That
is what her name means. She is Sunniva, Sun-Gift. Do
you not think she is like the sun?"
"Steady, little one. You will wake your sisters. But
yes, you are right. She is most comely."
Ignoring the powerful temptation to look where Alde
was pointing, Marc tucked the ends of his big traveling
cloak around his excited niece and encouraged the
child to lie down again by doing so himself. A swift, anxious
glance confirmed that Judith and Isabella were
sleeping, sprawled under his cloak, their small faces sunburned
with weeks of travel. Isabella was sucking her
thumb. The day had been long, the riding hard and
tiring. He prayed she would sleep through, free of
nightmares.
Just one night, Lord Christ. As a mercy to her, and to her
sisters.
"Uncle Marc?" Alde whispered, tugging on her lower
lip, the pupil of her left eye sliding toward her small,
faintly hooked nose as she fought her body's weariness,
"Can I have-" A tiny snore escaped her pouting
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