master died. Ran out to be somebody , ye know? Have ye found ye a place to stay?â
âNay. I was hoping to find an inn.â
âAn inn? This ainât a town , lad. We ainât go t no inn. There is a lady hereabouts has an extra room for the lending though . I f y er interested.â
âAye. I am.â
âJust let me finish up here , and Iâll show ye where to go.â
Cedric lifted the tankard of ale in salute. Not bad for his first day, if he said so himself.
Chapter Six
Sarra took a circuitous route back to the keep , t he whole time peer ing over her shoulder , expect ing the newcomer to follow. Who was th at man? Sheâd never seen him before. Perhaps he was traveling with the merchants, merely passing through. Whatever the case, her day of training was over. Her twisted ankle throbbed intensely causing her to hobble worse with every step.
When Sarra arrived at the keep free from pursuit , breath ing became a little easier. She walked through the doors and spotted a servant . The first thing she did was ask for a tub filled with hot water to be sent directly to her chambers. While said task was under way, she sought out Charism. Her intentions were to tell her friend about the experiences in the lists but Charism spoke first.
âYe look different. Are ye all right?â
âAye, Charism . I â ll be fine. What I need is a long , hot bath and an even longer nap.â Sarra offered a look she hoped was reassuring .
Charism âs bead y eyes narrowed , but Sarra walked away as if she hadnât noticed . So she had told the old lady a partial truth . Sarra didnât necessarily look different, but she did feel different.
Hoping the bath would be prepared, Sarra headed to her chambers. She needed time to herself , time for prayer . A nd bath time always sufficed. It was the one time no one bothered her. Besides , the hot water should relieve the pain in her throbbing ankle . A t least Sarra hoped it would.
In Sarraâs room, she found a tub filled with hot water sitting in front of a roaring fire. She locked the door , stripp ed quickly, and eased herself into the steamy goodness.
Lying there enjoying the heat on tired muscles , she g rabb ed the rose - scented soap and lather ed , scrubbing away the dayâs grime and stench from her flesh. T he silky feel of the water teased her raw skin. As she lay back in the water, she reflect ed on her life. She had been able to keep the suitors at bay for so long , she âd never contemplated what it might be like to marry.
Thinking about marriage led to thoughts of Cedric MacNeil . He was large and daunting in appearance, but gentle and caring in action. What would it be like to marry someone like him? Someone big enough to scare any foe away with a look? A man large enough to wield a sword in defense of family ? Someone to protect not only the mistress , but the keep as well?
She washed her hair with the soap and then lay down in the tub to rinse it more thoroughly. When she rose from the water, her stomach emitted a growl . S he âd missed supper.
She dressed with haste, choosing a dark blue gown. Attempting to free her mind of all thoughts concerning men, she slipped into a comfortable pair of shoes and walked toward the kitchen. It was past time to fill her stomach , and in doing so she hoped it filled her mind with thoughts far away from the man who called himself Cedric.
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The next day, when Sarra awoke her ankle felt remarkably better. Hurrying to the stables, she saddled a gentle mare named Sadie and went for a ride. T he better part of an hour was spent riding around the castle walls, enjoying the sunshine warm ing her face and lighten ing her spirits.
She loved the safety of the castle, but sometimes she enjoyed looking at the vastness which lay beyond the walls. It served as a reminder of Godâs abilities to create something of beauty.
She heard the soft sound of hooves. Sighing, s he
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