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where lived those with money enough to have a bit of land with their house, a man burst out of a fine home only yards away from her. Morainn could see that he was shaking, his face pale and sweat-soaked as he bellowed for a king’s man or the sheriff. She actually took a few steps toward him, thinking to help him, when her good sense abruptly returned. People did not appreciate her efforts to be kind.
    From the houses near to his and even from the more crowded center of town, people began to rush toward the man, drawn by his cries. Morainn hastily sought out a place where she could stand apart from the swiftly gathering crowd. She moved to the side of the man’s house and into the shade beneath a huge tree that was probably older than the man’s house.
    Although she knew she could slip around the back of the house and continue on her way home, it was more than curiosity that held her in place. Instinct told her that, for the moment, it might be best simply to remain one of the crowd. The cold she had felt at the cooper’s shop was much sharper here and she suddenly knew that someone had died violently. A little voice of caution in her head told her that slipping away home might look a little too much like fleeing to people who would soon be hunting for a killer.
    “My wife is dead!” cried the man. “Dead! Butchered in our bed!” He bent over and emptied his stomach, barely missing the fine boots of the two men who were rushing to his side.
    She had been right about the bitter taste of that cold, Morainn thought, although she would have preferred to be wrong. One of the two men who had run up to the grieving man’s side ran into the house only to run out a few minutes later looking as though he, too, would soon be emptying his belly. Many of Page 17
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    the gathering crowd looked as though they dearly wanted to invade the house to see what could so upset two strong men. Morainn could not understand that sort of curiosity. If what was in that house was enough to make two strong men publicly vomit, what sane person would want to see it?
    A hush came over the crowd and Morainn watched as people shifted to allow two more men through its ranks. She recognized the tall, black-haired man as Sir Simon Innes, a king’s man rumored to be able to solve any puzzle. When her gaze settled on the man at his side, she nearly gasped aloud.
    It was the man from her visions. She could not see if he had mismatched eyes from where she stood, but she had no doubt at all that it was him. Everything else about him was just as she had dreamed, from his long, deep auburn hair to his graceful, broad-shouldered body. Morainn remained within the shadows, but shifted a little closer to the house hoping to catch a name for the man who haunted her dreams.
    “Sir Simon!” The distraught man grabbed Sir Simon by the arm. “ Jesu , but I have need of a mon like ye.
    Isabella has been killed. She…she…” The man began to weep.
    “Try to calm yourself, Sir William,” said Simon, his voice holding a calm that even Morainn felt. “I will find the mon who did this. Ye have my word on that. But, now I must go and see what has happened for myself.”
    “’Tis a wretched sight,” muttered the man who had gone into the house after Sir William had told him what had happened. “I didnae e’en step inside the room. One look was enough.”
    “Nor did I,” said Sir William. “One look was all it took, all I could abide, and no one who sees Isabella can doubt that she is dead. That she has been brutally murdered. I truly didnae need to go farther than the threshold.” He suddenly became aware of the man standing by Simon’s side. “What is that rogue doing here?”
    “Sir Tormand Murray has helped me solve such puzzles before. I wish him to help me now so that I can be sure we put the noose around the right mon’s neck.”
    Morainn thought that was an odd way to speak