The Brat by Lynsay Sands

Author:Lynsay Sands
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Tags: Knights and Knighthood, Man-Woman Relationships, Mate Selection, General, Romance, Great Britain, Pampered Child Syndrome, Historical, Fiction
ISBN: 9780062019660
Publisher: Avon
Published: 2007-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

careful."

"Aye," he muttered, shifting his leggings in his hands. They had

fared worse than his doublet and now had several large holes.

Shaking his head, he donned the items, thinking he would have to

go fetch clothes from the garrison and change into his other pair

of leggings and the blue doublet that had been his father's; these

were now ruined.

Finished dressing, Balan began to look around for his boots. He

noticed his wife hurrying for the door and frowned. "Where are

you going?"

"If you insist on making this journey, there are a few things I

need to gather together for you," she announced as she reached

the door. Pausing, she turned to peer at. him worriedly. "You will

not leave before I come back, will you? I will be as quick as I

can."

"Come back from where?" Balan asked sharply, but she was

already slipping through the door and pulling it closed.

Chapter Fifteen

"Where is my wife?" Balan shifted impatiently on his mount,

his gaze moving around the bailey. When he did not spot her

anywhere, he cursed under his breath and turned back to the

keep as the doors opened. Rather than his wife, Anselm hurried

out. Balan shouted, "Anselm! Have Godart and Erol not found

my wife yet?"

"Nay, my lord. But I'm sure they will find her soon." The

soldier came to stand by Balan's mount. The man's gaze shifted

from Balan to Osgoode and back, and he said slowly, "Are you

sure you will not take another man or two?"

"We have not another man to spare," he replied impatiently.

Anselm had asked the question at least six times since learning of

this trip, and Balan could not help noticing that while the man

was not arguing the trek was needed, his concern seemed to be

with Balan going alone with Osgoode. It would appear the

soldier, like his wife, had suspicions where his cousin was

concerned.

"Here she comes," Osgoode said, drawing Balan's gaze toward

the gates. His wife hurried across the bailey toward him.

Balan frowned. "Where the devil is she coming from?"

Not expecting an answer, he turned his horse and quickly rode

to his wife's side, scooping her up off the ground and settling her

before him on his mount with one smooth action. She was

apologizing before he could demand to know where she'd been.

"I am ever so sorry, husband," she said, digging around in the

small bag she carried. "I did not intend to be so long, but I could

not find a clover leaf. I mean, I could find a clover, but I wanted

a four-leafed one. They are really the best, but ever so hard to

find. And then, I had difficulty finding an even ash leaf, and once

I did, I could not recall what you were to say as you picked it. I

think it is, 'Even ash I do thee pluck, hoping thus to meet good

luck. If no good luck I get from thee, I shall wish thee on the

tree.' But I was not certain."

"Wife," Balan said the moment she paused to draw breath.

"Aye?" She stopped what she was doing to peer at him.

"Why are you sticking leaves and bits of twig in my clothing?"

he asked with what he thought was a display of utmost patience.

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