Listen, You. Don't Threaten Me. I Could

Iain Didn't Go Back To Sleep For A Long While. He Continued To Think About All The Logical Reasons He Would Never Allow Himself To Be Turned Into A Lovesick Weakling Like Patrick, And When He Finally Fell Asleep, He Had Convinced Himself That He Would Distance His Heart From His Mind. He Dreamed About Her.

Isabelle Is Like A Warrior Going Into Battle And She Needs… You Said Yes? You'd Really Choose An Inexperienced Squire?" She Asked, Her Voice Incredulous. He Laughed. "i Would." She Smiled. "you're Lying To Me To Make Me Feel Better. It's All Right. It's Working. Now Tell Me Another Lie.

A Few Minutes Later, She Was Once Again Riding Her Own Horse. Deciding To Take The Lead, She Nudged The Mare Into A Trot, And As She Passed Brodick And Ramsey, She Called Out, "you Used Trickery." "yes, I Did," He Admitted. "are You Angry With Me?" She Laughed Again. "i Don't Get Angry. I Get Even." Unbeknownst To Her, She Had Just Recited The Buchanan Creed.

The Little Boy Leaned Against His Father's Chest And Slowly Nodded. "yes," He Said. "i Heard All Of The Names, But I Don't Remember The Other Two… Just The Man Who Hurt Gillian." "that's The Name I Most Want," Brodick Said Softly. "who Is He, Alec?" "alec, Please," Gillian Began. "tell Me, Alec. Who Is He?" "baron," Alec Whispered. "his Name Is Baron.

As Soon As The Boy Left The Hall, Ramsey Suggested That Brodick Fill Gideon In On All That Had Transpired. "our Commanders Are Going To Have To Coordinate Their Efforts For The Attack," He Said. "iain Wants Winslow And Dylan And You To Handpick The Soldiers Who'll Ride With Us Into England." "we're Attacking England?" Gideon Asked, Astonished. "no," Brodick Answered. "though The Thought Of It Warms My Heart.