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one who had lifted the squirming bundle of flesh off him. At least
the fear of having his head loped off had kept his cock from
springing to life at her movements. Had it done so, likely the
sword would have been at that part of his body instead. Domnall
leaned down and offered a helping hand. Graemme shook his head and
hoped his legs didn't wobble when he sprang to his feet.
    Two men stood nearby with their swords drawn.
Did they think him foolish enough to run? Huh. They were
grinning.
    "'Twas a foolish choice for bed sport, lad,"
Domnall said, the corners of his lips quivering.
    "Do ye think me daft? Had I known 'twas the
chief's daughter, I would have jumped
in
the well, not
stood
by
it."
    "Too bad you already bathed. You're in deep
shite now." The man chuckled and shook his head.
    He sent one of the grinning guards to fetch
something to cover Graemme then tossed Graemme's boots and helmet
to him. Walking over to the well, Domnall retrieved the sheathed
sword waiting there, slowly pulled it out and hefted the steel,
testing it for his own strength. When he slid it back in, he tilted
his head to the side, listening to the metal sing. He studied the
scabbard and ran his fingers over the snarling, black wolves burnt
into the leather. He raised a brow at Graemme.
    "Shame. You made an excellent choice of a
sheath for your killing sword but not where you thrust your lusty
cock. I'll carry this for now."
    Graemme quickly shoved on his boots. After
stomping them into place, he heaved a deep sigh of resignation. The
solder returned on the run and handed a drying cloth over with a
snicker. "I couldna find a kilt; all the men were sleeping in them.
'Twas the biggest cloth that wasna wet."
    Graemme looked at it in disbelief then
shrugged. "Was it meant for a child?"
    He stretched it around himself and it met at
his left side, though barely. Once he'd donned his sword belt, the
several layers of leather held the cloth in place. Satisfied, he
buckled it low on his waist. Carrying his helmet in the crook of
his arm, he looked down and saw how little the cloth covered his
bulging sex. Feigning unconcern in his disarray, he moved his helm
before him in hopes of covering more of his private parts.
    "Where to?"
    He rolled his head to relieve his stiff neck.
His forehead ached and pulled, likely swelling the size of a fat
goose egg from the way it felt. He didn't bother wiping away the
blood that had welled in the little valley at the base of his neck.
'Twas probable he'd be spilling a lot more afore this night
passed.
    o0o
    Elyne stood beside her bedside table,
undecided whether to sit on the ample ledge at the window opening
or climb on the bed. She eyed Aunt Joneta, and Ada, the servant who
was more friend than maid.
    "I fell out of the tree," she said for the
third time since they had walked back with her to her bed chamber.
She scowled when her aunt grinned.
    "Did you fall or did you jump, love. It has
been many a year since I have seen such a splendidly naked man,"
Lady Joneta said.
    "He pulled my leg and I fell!"
    "Maybe we're going about this in a backward
way? Instead of starting from what we saw, tell me why you were not
here in your bed?"
    Elyne groaned and tried to kick the wet
clothing crumpled on the floor, but Ada snatched it away in time.
Though she now wore a dry smock and gown, she had pulled the man's
green, black and blue kilt across the small of her back and draped
it over her arms.
    Lady Joneta studied Elyne, making her want to
squirm.
    "Come, love, we had best prepare a good
excuse for your father."
    Ada tilted her head, her eyes alight with
curiosity. She nodded, guessing the reason.
    "Ye had a walking dream, again, eh?"
    Elyne sighed and climbed up on the bed to
sit, legs crossed in front of her. Mayhap they would believe her.
They had not made fun of Elyne's dreams near as much as others
had.
    "Aye. I woke in the bailey, sitting beneath
the apple tree. The dream had startled me awake. I did not go there
to meet