Master of the Dawn by Le Veque Kathryn

Author:Le Veque, Kathryn
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Medieval, Romance
Publisher: Kathryn Le Veque Novels, Inc.
Published: 2022-10-28T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

The witch’s fart fog was also in Wensleydale, evidently.

That was what Lenox had commented on as he, Galen, Lorica, and Artie made their way to St. Nicholas Court Castle from the inn where they’d all spent a cozy night. As Lorica rode behind her husband, she listened to Lenox tell of a legend alleging that fog was actually the farts of witches, meant to confuse and subdue men. It was an elaborate tale that made little sense, but it was entertaining.

Galen listened with a smile playing on his lips, feeling Lorica giggle because she was pressed against his back as she held on to him.

It was the best feeling in the world.

“You are mad, Lenox de Reyne,” Lorica said. “That is the most ridiculous legend I have ever heard of.”

Lenox appeared wounded. “May I be struck dead if it is not true,” he said. Then he looked around, grinning. “See? I was not struck dead. It is true.”

Lorica snickered, rolling her eyes at the man. “Would you be offended if I said I do not believe you?”

“Are you saying that you doubt my word?”

“I think that is what I am saying, aye.”

Lenox looked at Galen. “Are you going to let your wife disparage me so?”

Galen cast him a long glance. “Not only will I allow it, I will join in,” he said. “You are a liar, de Reyne.”

Lenox’s eyes widened with feigned outrage. “God did not strike me down, so it is all true,” he insisted. “Now you’ve hurt my feelings. I may go off and cry.”

“Good,” Galen said. “But meet us at St. Nicholas Court as soon as you recover.”

“I may never recover.”

“Christ, de Reyne,” Artie muttered from behind. “Does the saddle hurt your woman’s center too terribly as you ride? Take care that it does not damage your womb, you fragile blossom.”

It was a rather lewd insult, but Lorica burst out laughing as Galen glared at Artie. “You will not speak of such things in front of my wife,” he said. “Take care of the delicate ears around you, Artie.”

Properly contrite, Artie looked at Lorica. “Forgive me, Lady Burleson,” he said. “But Lenox forces me to say things I would not normally say in front of a woman.”

Galen geared up for a scolding, but Lorica stopped him. “I’ve heard worse insults,” she said. “He is not to be chastised.”

Galen couldn’t see her from where she was sitting behind him, but he tried. “Worse insults?” he repeated. “Who is saying such things in your presence? Tell me this instant so that I may punish them.”

She grinned at him, patting him gently on the back. “No need,” she said. “Mayhap this is something else you should learn about me. Arrogant men offend me greatly, but silly and sometimes vulgar insults do not. I find them humorous.”

He cocked an eyebrow at her. “It is unseemly for a woman to think so.”

“I know.”

“For shame.”

“Truly, it is.”

She chuckled as he fought off a grin and faced forward. The woman had a witty sense of humor, and he was coming to enjoy that greatly.

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