A Witch's Tale by Cairns Karolyn

Author:Cairns, Karolyn [Cairns, Karolyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Karolyn Cairns
Published: 2012-05-17T04:00:00+00:00

~****~Chapter Thirteen~****~

I once met a witch from Rodmell,

Who screamed like a bat out of hell,

She jumped on to her broom,

And flew out of the room,

I only asked her how to spell!

Anonymous.

She brushed away her disturbing thoughts as she busied herself with packing her things. She would leave at first light on the morrow. A heavy feeling filled her to leave. She had priceless memories of her time here. The stories she had for her own grandchildren one day, if she was so blessed, made her smile and linger over her treasured moments at the king’s coronation festival.

The day wore on and she soon changed and made ready for Alastair to collect her. She gazed at her reflection in the new mirror one of the men borrowed. She turned this way and that to see the way the gown fit. She had to admit the result of her handiwork would rival any lady in the king’s box.

Madeline painstakingly braided the crown of her hair into plaits; weaving them with matching ribbon. The rest of her dark red hair hung in loose waves to her waist. She looked like a trueborn lady and promised herself she would not cry if Gavin won the day.

Her knight would become a lord this day and restore his family’s honor. She should feel happy for him, but dreaded seeing his hand joined with Lady Lucinda’s at the feast that night.

No, she would not go. She would come back here and await daybreak. Gavin would be far too busy getting his due from his king and the other nobles to see her slip away. Confidant that was for the best, she took one last look at her image and left the tent.

She saw a silk covered litter stop in front of the tent and knew before the lady stepped down and approached who she was. The brunette was beautiful with her large, long-lashed hazel eyes and gleaming chestnut hair artfully arranged. Her regal clothing only accentuated her presence as she approached, her condescending gaze sliding over her insultingly.

“I had to see the woman Sir Gavin brought with him to the tournament,” she said with an amused glance as her eyes raked over her rival. “I can see I needn’t have worried.”

“What do you want, Lady Strathmore?”

The woman’s eyes widened slightly at her address. “You know who I am then?”

“Your reputation preceded you, my lady.”

Her lovely face hardened at the jibe, hazel eyes narrowing. “Whatever will you do when Gavin wins and marries my pathetic stepdaughter, I wonder? I shudder to think of your options.”

“That isn’t your concern, Lady Strathmore. Gavin and I part ways tomorrow. I am well aware he marries should he win. What is it you want?” she demanded and her blue eyes filled with anger the woman would come here just to bait her.

“I just came to warn you, Mistress Farrand,” she purred with a pleased look at her rival. “I had an interesting visit from one of my kinsmen. I believe you might know of him? The Baron de Valmont is my cousin.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.