Part 7 (1/2)
”Why not?” Angus shrugged.
”You know they would carry your standard anywhere.”
”They have wives and children to consider. I will not place them in danger for the sake of my reputation.”
”Then you and I will go.” Angus grinned.
”You know I like nothing better than a good joust. Especially with the likes of Gareth MacKenzie.”
”And I will ride with you,” Jamie said, jumping to his feet.
”I have no need to stay here.”
Brice's temper cooled.
”Aye. We're three of a kind.” His frown turned into a smile. He could never resist Jamie's enthusiasm.
- ”Then we'll go back down and make good our promise?”
”You have a duty to stay here and grow to manhood,” Brice murmured gently to the boy. Circling the room, Brice clapped his hand on Angus's shoulder.
”I'll ponder your offer and give you an answer on the morrow.”
”What of the girl?” Holden asked.
”Aye, the girl.” Brice tried not to think about the way he'd felt when they had touched. The mere thought of it brought a rush of heat.
He shrugged.
”I'll think on that as well.” He crossed the room, then paused on the stairs.
The hounds circled his feet, eager to accompany him to his room.
”fray she's asleep,” Brice muttered.
”I'm near exhausted. All I want is a chance to rest this tired body.”
”Aye.” Angus followed him up the stairs and turned toward his rooms on the far end of the hall.
”It's been too many hours since last we slept. I will see you on the morrow.”
”You are both fools,” Holden hissed.
”Do you not know what to do with a warm, soft woman's body on a night such as this?”
Brice turned on him with a look of fury.
”Do not talk so about a Scotswoman. Especially in front of the lad.”
”I've heard such talk in the stables.”