![]() ![]() He wore black hunting leathers, she saw, and had thrown a thin green woolen mantle back from broad shoulders. His tawny-dark head was bent as he rode blue eyes on the shedding of his gloves. His rider,Įqually startled, reined the animal in with a curse and shot a glare over his shoulder. Lousy slid down the muddy bank into the water again. Then her attention was caught by an approaching rider, and she let fall the flowered braid from limp fingers. She was purpose-fully intent on her work, for if she allowed her thoughts to range freely she would be overtaken by the knowledge and the hope that he still might come.Ī songbird called from the forest behind and she glanced up, smiling at the delicate melody. Stems and crushed blooms littered the coarse yellow gown she wore and damp earth stained the garment, but she paid it no mind. Carefully she twined purple summer flowers into her single dark brown braid, and dabbled bare feet in the rushing water. She sat by the creek, half-hidden in lush grasses. She grinned at him and shook her head as he tried to settle the horse- The creek bottom offered treacherous footing to any beast, and me warhorse had yet to find a comfortable spot, Finally his rider cursed again in exasperation and spurred him through the water onto the bank, where he stared down at her from the chestnut's great height. Before she could strip them away entirely he swung down from the horse and caught her hands, kneeling. Hurriedly she brushed her skirts free of clinging stems and blossoms and began to pick them from her braid. ![]()
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