Believe by Victoria Alexander

Author:Victoria Alexander [Alexander, Victoria]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9780505522672
Google: ZwDbC1udLA0C
Amazon: 0061728837
Barnesnoble: 0061728837
Goodreads: 652706
Publisher: Avon
Published: 1997-12-31T11:00:00+00:00

"You swore you trusted me with your life."

"Sure. What's not to trust?" Did her voice sound a bit weaker to him too or was it the blood roaring in her ears that dampened the sound? And where did that damn music go?

"Aye." He cast her an admiring gaze. "I am impressed, Tessa St. James. 'Tis not easy to trust your life to a man who is in many ways unfamiliar to you. You are indeed a woman of rare courage and faith."

"There's that word again," she muttered.

They stepped through the castle gates and his long strides led them from the town and toward a meadow bordered by a distant band of trees. She had to practically run to keep up with him. Where was he taking her? Probably someplace to easily dispose of the body.

Ridiculous. She stared at his broad back and fought back the fear that rose in her throat. She did trust him, more or less. Not that her instincts when it came to men were always on target. Far from it. Still, aside from a little arrogance and male chauvinism that she should have expected anyway, he pretty much lived up to his legend. And Oriana agreed he was a good guy. On the other hand, there were huge discrepancies between the myth and reality.

For one thing, according to some versions of the legend, Galahad was known as the virgin knight.

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"What is this?" She stared at the object he pulled from the bag and handed her.

" Tis a cabbage." He quirked a brow. "Do you not recognize it?"

"It's kind of small for a cabbage, isn't it?" She hefted it in her hand. "It's not much bigger than a softball."

" Tis a good size for our purpose."

"You think so, do you?" Somehow, given the archery equipment, and the fact that they'd stopped at the only tree between the castle and the woods, add to that old scars on the bark, and she was fairly certain they weren't here for a picnic. "And what exactly is that purpose?"

" 'Tis the test." He picked up the bow and snapped the line with a sharp twang. "A test of courage and trust and skill."

"That doesn't sound so bad." In fact, it sounded like a piece of cake. Good, she could breathe again. Not that she was an ace at archery. But at least she knew which end of the arrow to point. "I'll give it a shot. I tried a little archery in school."

"The good sisters," he said absently, still checking out the bow.

"Yep. Sister Abigail was quite an athlete." He looked up at her. "Sports? Games? Running, jumping, that sort of thing?"

" 'Tis an odd activity for a nun," he murmured, apparently finding the bow to his satisfaction. He selected an arrow from his quiver and examined it.

She leaned back against the tree. "Not where I'm from. There are Sister Abigails at every Catholic girls' school in the country. I think they breed them in some secret science lab deep in the sub-basement of a convent conveniently disguised as a Holiday Inn in Southern California.

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