I’m continuing with snippets from Song and Sword, picking up where I left off last week, with Marlia having just regained consciousness in a stranger’s camp, cocooned in blankets, and minus her blouse which had not survived her fight or Pashevel’s tending of her wounds.
“I’m sorry,” she said as she calmed. “I – I …”
“I know,” he said softly. “I saw what happened and I expected you to be afraid, but I give you my word, I did nothing untoward.”
“You saw what happened? You just watched? Why didn’t you help me?”
“I give you my word, my lady, had I been there, I would have stepped in, would have protected you.”
The gentleness and honesty in his voice deflected her anger and she stared at him, puzzled. “But you said you saw it. Are you a Seer, then?”
“A Seer? No, not I. I am but a simple Bard.” He smiled. “Your unicorn showed me.”
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