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be left alone as the new lord over the castle . B ut she had a plan. T his plan had been carried out successfully for almost a year , and currently it kept all potential lords away from the castle and the lady within . But how much longer c ould it work ?
    Sighing to herself, Sarra continued on to the garden. With Charism’s help she ’ d been learning more about herbs , but not enough to use them alone without killing someone. In truth , she knew just enough to make a few annoying people very, very sick. Even without the healing knowledge of Charism, a servant and trusted friend, the garden brought solace when none was to be had. Weed pulling made the time she spent in the garden practical as well as comforting. Sarra discovered she was quite adept at finding weeds.
    But today , b efore Sarra could reach the sweet solitude of the garden , she was waylaid by one of the castle’s knights.
    â€œMistress, I have news.”
    The knight , Gavin, shift ed from side-to-side as he stood before her . The young man was short with brown , beady eyes level with Sarra’s own. Currently his helm was pressed under neath his arm as he addressed her with a frown on his brow.
    Sarra waited.
    T he knight didn’t speak further but continued to shift from side to side in obvious agitation . She was fast becoming exasperated with the lad , but remained silent and pretended patien ce while waiting for Gavin to continue with his urgent news. When he failed to speak , Sarra began to wonder if there was an unknown knightly code where the lady had to respond before a knight could continue with speech . V ery well , she would comply .
    â€œAye?”
    At her voice , Gavin opened his mouth. “ M y Lady, Sir Henry requests your presence on the battlements.”
    â€œIndeed.” Sarra was perplexed by the request . Of course, at various times during her twenty years of life, she ’ d stolen away and walked the battlements secretly. As the Lord of Greenbriar’s daughter , she was always removed from the area for fear of danger and told never to return. A woman did not belong in such places . But never in memory had she been “requested” to come to the area.
    Again Gavin resumed his fidgeting motion , making Sarra wonder if the lad had gotten into some itching potion belonging to Charism. “Aye, my lady. Sir Henry requires—that is requests — your presence. It seems to be of some urgency.”
    â€œOh, very well.” Gathering up her skirts , Sarra headed to the stairs leading to the small walkway around the castle walls.
    As Sarra approached the top step , she spotted Sir Henry staring fixedly toward one of the distant hills beyond the wall. Sarra hesitated to look in the direction Sir Henry’s eyes indicated for fear of losing her footing on the stairs and plunging to an untimely death.
    With great delicacy , she approached the captain. Sir Henry was still concentrating on something outside the walls. K nuckles had turned white from his grip, and sweat roll ed down his sun- weathered face. He had taken off his helmet , revealing a m a ss of black hair dappled with gray.
    â€œSir Henry, you requested my presence.” Sarra’s insides did a flip flop as she continued to focus on the knight in charge and tried not to look down from the dizzying heights.
    Slowly , but not loosening his grip a fraction , Sir Henry faced her. “My lady, are you expecting more, umm, company?”
    â€œCompany? Sir Henry, whatever are you talking about?”
    Removing one hand from the wall , he gestured with it toward the opposing hill.
    Sarra turned and spotted the object of Sir Henry’s fascination. A sudden intake of breath slammed her lungs and was followed by a small step backward; if not for Sir Henry’s quick reactions she would have plummeted to the ground in a broken heap. As Sir Henry steadied her once more, Sarra studied the figure linger ing on the hill beyond.
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