The Knight's Broken Promise. Nicole Locke

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СКАЧАТЬ ‘Creighton refuses to speak.’

      He suspected as much. All morning, the boy had glared with silent unflinching hatred. Fortunately, Alec’s chatter had filled any awkward silences.

      There had been plenty of awkward silences, too. He did not know what to do with the children. So he had fixed breakfast for himself and for them. He was glad he wouldn’t have to worry about their care much longer.

      They reached the crest of the hill and Gaira turned around to begin her descent.

      ‘Here, let me help you.’ He moved closer and gestured with his arms.

      She waved him away. ‘I’ve been doing it fine.’

      He pointed to her ankle. ‘Is it broken?’

      ‘I doona think so.’

      She didn’t say any more, though the ankle was swollen. What woman didn’t complain about an ailment?

      ‘You said you were travelling to Doonhill when it occurred?’ he asked. They passed the valley’s curve and he could see the lake.

      ‘Aye, I think I arrived only a few hours later. I was coming to visit my kin.’

      ‘Alone?’

      ‘Of course alone.’ Wariness entered her eyes. ‘What does it matter?’

      It didn’t. He didn’t know why he asked. But he didn’t know why he was here, either.

      ‘What woman travels alone and dressed in a man’s clothes?’ he asked.

      She stumbled, but he pretended not to notice.

      ‘What kind of English soldier travels alone in Scottish lands to inspect a village his men massacred?’ she retorted.

      He didn’t have an answer for that. What would she think when she knew that he was no mere solider, but ‘Black Robert’, the most feared of English knights?

      His squire had started the rumours and songs of Black Robert. The more deeds he did, the more the rumours and songs spread. He couldn’t enter a new camp or battlefield without the name being whispered. He was lucky she did not recognise him. If she had, his sword would be through his own gut.

      They reached the bottom of the hill and walked to where she’d been digging. As they neared the bodies, she made a clearing sound in her throat.

      He waited. Although it was he who had wanted to talk, he knew why she wanted the conversation here. In the light of day, there were unflinching views of the horror. Children with their plump arms ripped off, women sliced and men face down were all lined up. Waiting to be buried with the potatoes.

      ‘Will you help me?’ she asked.

      After battles, dead bodies had simply been landscapes of war. He and his soldiers had buried many. But she was no hardened soldier. She could not have seen such atrocities before. Why would she endure such hardship?

      ‘Why do you not just leave?’

      ‘I won’t.’ She paused. ‘So, will you do it? I need to bury them and quickly.’

      ‘It would be more expedient if you burned them on a pyre,’ he said.

      She gasped. ‘They’ve seen too much fire.’

      He was not prepared for the weight of grief hovering over him. He was not prepared for any feelings. But this woman, bringing him here, was causing all the emotions of the world to stab and slice at him.

      There was no logical reason for him to be here. He had had a bad dream and suddenly he was making the journey. He massaged the back of his neck and tried to distance himself from the gnawing gripping his chest.

      But it hadn’t been a bad dream compelling him to come here. It had been a memory and one he had tried to forget.

      It had been a long time since he’d felt anger and even longer than that since he had thought of the fire. But he had done both. It was the village that troubled him.

      An entire village destroyed and his fellow Englishmen had done it. He could not shake the feeling he was responsible. If he had not been fighting a battle so near Doonhill, then all those people would be alive. They were innocent and shouldn’t have died.

      ‘So, will you bury them? Put them at peace?’ she repeated. ‘Quickly?’

      To answer her would be to commit to something he did not want. But he could not mistake the urgency in her voice. Alone and only working a couple of hours a night, she would have to be here the better part of a sennight to get all of them buried. It would make her vulnerable to more danger.

      ‘You risk much staying here as long as you have.’

      ‘’Tis their kin. I felt... Nae, I needed to let the children know their families rest peacefully.’

      It was practically a death wish for her to persist. ‘I am sure they are grateful for the efforts you have been making, but it is foolishness to remain here. The Englishmen who did this could have returned and slaughtered you all.’

      She stopped biting her lip. ‘Like you?’

      ‘I told you it was not me.’

      The haunted look in her eyes vanished. ‘Aye, but I’m not so sure I believe you. You’re obviously an English soldier and couldn’t have just been passing by.’

      He did not answer her. He didn’t need her to believe him.

      She folded her arms across her chest. ‘It is irrelevant to discuss this. They did not return and all I ask is for your help.’

      She wasn’t leaving him alone. He added stubborn to her personality. ‘Aye, but there are other dangers here. The children informed me your supplies ran out. How are you able to gather food enough to feed five?’

      ‘We’ve been surviving.’

      ‘But for how long?’

      She whirled to face him, anger bringing her to her full height. ‘I had hoped to have been done by now. I hadn’t planned on being injured. Will you help me? Because I know how precious little time I have to survive out here. I doona need you telling me. What kind of man won’t help a woman bury her kin?’

      She pushed herself forward and grabbed a spade lying on the ground. He could see it was a crude tool, hardly sufficient to do the task before them. The blade was black, the handle nothing but a roughened stick. The original handle had probably burned in the fire.

      Aye, she was stubborn, her chin was sticking out and there was a challenge to her eyes, but her lips were trembling and she was pale under her freckles.

      Cursing, he covered the distance between them and grabbed the spade from her hands. She stumbled a bit from his force and he put his hand at her elbow until she got her balance.

      ‘Your dead will be buried today,’ he growled.

      He could see her anger was quickly crumbling. She was struggling, choking СКАЧАТЬ