Neither Munch nor Alan wasted breath to argue with me. I’ll slow them down and meet you at the hideout.” “It wouldn’t look convincing otherwise.” I glanced over my shoulder toward where Duke Guy, his sheriff, and his men blundered through the knee-high ferns and saplings. Behind me, Duke Guy of Gysborn and his men crashed through the undergrowth as they chased us.Īlan muttered between panting breaths, “Did you have to fill the chest with rocks?” Danger had such a sweet taste to it, formed as it was by a pinch of sour fear, a handful of bold passion, and a tang of near-death experiences.Īhead of me, two of my merry band of brothers-Alan and Munch-hauled an iron-wrought chest between them. I had to suppress my wild laugh at the chase, my blood thrilling as it pounded in my ears. The few strands that straggled free were short enough to appear to belong to a man, matching the fake mustache glued to my upper lip. Only the pins I’d tucked through the fabric of the hood kept it firmly in place over my hair, hiding my long golden braid. My quiver bumped gently against my hip and leg with each stride. Iraced through the trees, my cloak whipping behind me while I gripped my strung bow in my hand. But I was the most reckless kind of fool, who believes she is a daring hero with legends of her own to make. But the legends don’t tell the whole story. Maybe you’ve wondered how a girl could be so foolish as to marry him. Perhaps you have heard the tale of the blue-bearded man and his murdered wives.
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