From this Moment On by Lynn Kurland

Author:Lynn Kurland
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Medieval
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

Ali came back to herself very unwillingly. She remained where she was, still, until she realized that the deck beneath her was no longer moving. She opened a very bleary eye and looked around her, wondering if she should be grateful she was alive or continuing to wish she weren’t.

They were on a dock. The weathered wood was very steady beneath her form, gathered as she was in a heap by a goodly bit of baggage. Legs stood in front of her and she recognized the finely made boots on those legs as belonging to Jason of Artane. He bounced up and down on his heels every now and then, as if he were actually anxious to be off and doing. The motion made her nauseated, so she quickly closed her eyes and gave herself up to the luxury of being stood guard over.

The peace seemed to last for but a moment or two before she found herself being gently urged to awaken. She squinted and tried to make out the visage above her.

“’Tis only me,” Jason said cheerfully. “We’re ready to be on our way. Do you think you can stand?”

“It would be a miracle.”

He laughed, took her under her arms, and hauled her to her feet. Then he continued to hold her as the world around her spun violently. Ali was very tempted to continue her shipboard activity, but she couldn’t bring herself to spew anything on the front of Jason’s cloak. So she clamped her lips together, willed her stomach to settle, and tried to concentrate on determining just what kind of pattern that was on the brooch that held Jason’s cloak at his throat.

“What is that?” she whispered.

“A dragon and his wee kit,” Jason supplied. “You can no doubt divine who gave it to me.”

“Your sire must quake at the sight.”

“Aye, he does. But Christopher was once his squire as well, and a very beloved one. My sire begrudges him little.”

“Well, the Dragon seems to have made you into something of a man,” she conceded.

“As Colin will you,” Jason said, with a twinkle in his eye. “Now, what sort of jewels shall we make up for you? A butcher’s knife with a small dagger dangling next to it?”

She found it in her to glare at him.

He only grinned and turned her toward her waiting horse. “Mount up if you’re able. I’ll see to the gear.”

It took her several tries, and in the end it was Colin who came by and casually tossed her up into the saddle without comment, but she was finally astride her horse.

And wishing greatly she were back on solid ground.

Unfortunately, there was nothing to be done about it. So she clung to the saddle and reins both to give herself something solid to hold on to, realized early on that closing her eyes only made the motion worse, and wondered if it would be unappreciative of her to pray yet again for a quick and painless death.

The morning dragged on with infinite slowness.

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