Eyes of Love by Katherine Deauxville

Author:Katherine Deauxville
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, love, murder, fantasy, paranormal, witchcraft, scottish, psychic, knight, medieval, village, convent
Publisher: Highland Press Publishing

~ Chapter Fourteen ~

It began to snow as they made camp the second night in the southern highlands, but it wasn’t all that cold. The lightly clad gypsies did not seem to mind the dusting of snowflakes. They had picked their campsite on the side of a hill overlooking a small valley in a grove of beech trees, and the branches with their dead winter leaves made good shelter. Tyros, the leader, set the children gathering the leaves for bedding before the snow turned them wet.

Edain sat wrapped in the fur cloak the Templars’ commander had given her, while the gypsy girl Mila rubbed stain made from walnut leaves into her hands and arms. She had already learned the disguise washed off easily, so she had to remember to stay a little dirty. Like the gypsies did.

“That’s a nice fur cape, what you got,” the gypsy girl observed, rubbing brown liquid not too gently between Edain’s fingers.

Edain pulled back her hand. It wasn’t the first time Mila had admired the fur-lined cloak. The whole gypsy camp had fingered it, down to the smallest child, the message plain in their eyes. She never let it out of her sight.

“There,” the girl said, “you are my color now. At least up to your elbows,” Mila slapped the cup of stain into her palm. “You do your face yourself.”

Before Edain could speak Mila got to her feet and walked away toward the wagon where Asgard de la Guerche lay, burning with fever. Whenever Edain was not with the wounded Templar, Mila managed to slip away to sit by his side. When she’d first seen them together Edain had the strange feeling they’d met before. Although that could hardly be true.

She dipped her fingers in the juice and rubbed it into her cheeks and around her mouth. Across the clearing Magnus made a passable gypsy with his stain-darkened skin, a sheepskin for a cloak, and his long, curling russet hair. But Edain did not need a looking glass to tell her that the walnut stain made a strange mix with her fair hair and eyes. Even when she wore the red veil the gypsies had given her, her eyes were startling in their bright greenness. The gypsy women thought it a great joke. Behind the red silk, they said, her strange gadje eyes made it easier to pass her off to the villeins as a fortune-teller.

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