realized she was not alone. Sir Henry would never permit her to travel outside the walls without armed escort. The moment of solitude passed. A list of responsibilities flooded her mind. Since the knights were tak en from their duties to protect her, she maneuver ed the horse around and headed back to the keep.
When she reached the stables, she dismounted and handed the reins to James, the stable boy . The mount had worked up quite a lather on their ride , and she instruct ed James to give Sadie a good rub down. Although the ride had come to an end, she wasnât quite in the mood to head back to her rooms just yet.
Looking down at her riding habit , she headed for the lists. The enclosed area where the knights practiced would , if nothing else , offer a bit of a distraction.
The lists were crowded with knights of all ages and abilities working on various skills. Children played games together on the outskirts and watched the sword play of the more experienced. The kids squealed as a dog ran around.
With no provocation , t he children set out on a merry chase. Their faces were alight with excitement and wonder. They exuded free dom . An urge to join them surged through Sarra.
Not holding back, her feet moved , and before she was aware of her actions , she was r u n ning after the mutt as well. There was enjoy ment in the feel of the wind flowing through her hair and whipping by her face. A certain amount of freedom was felt in the unplanned movement. Although the bugs that flew in her teeth left a lot to be desired.
Breath came from her lungs in loud rasping gasps. I t wasnât easy to run in skirts. The fabric wrapped around her moving legs , threatening to trip her with every step.
But she continued chasing the dog with the children nonetheless. A giggl e escape d her throat . They w ere having such a good time , no one in the group noticed they were no longer alone. First came some of the squires, then some of the older knights, and before they knew it , all the inhabitants in the lists had joined in as they chased the animal. Laughter welled up until her insides threaten ed to burst.
As she careened around the corner and began to sprint down the long side of the open area, she noticed Cedric MacNeil watching her. He leaned against a bench , his eyes never leaving her .
Braver than normal, she waved while pass ing . Her sides ached and her legs burned with exertion as s he made one mo re pass around and collapsed in a heap on to the only seat in the area .
A bench right beside Cedric.
âHullo, Cedric MacNeil.â
âHullo, Sarra.â
Sarraâs heart fluttered at the mention of her name. How was it this stranger h el d such power over her? Ignoring the extra beats of her heart , she said, âI see youâve decided to stay on at Greenbriar.â
âAye. I have. Very friendly people here.â
âYouâre right.â
As she settled herself , moving skirts underneath her in a more comfortable position, she tried to think of something else to say .
She was saved when he asked, âDo ye do that frequently?â
Struggling to catch her breath, she replied, âDo what?â
âRun.â
âWhenever I can, yes.â
âWhy?â Cedric asked curiously .
âWhy not?â s he answered with a smile.
âWhy would ye run around with the children? Surely most Englishmen view it as unladylike.â
Sarra worked to find an answer. Before her mind could halt her tongue, she said, âIf Englishmen believe it is unladylike, what do Scotsmen believe?â
Cedric âs eyes narrowed, studying the rambunctious children, and tapped one finger against his temple before he answer ed her question . âWell , a Scotsman thinks it is a useful skill.â
âIndeed. Care to explain ? â
âWell, letâs see. I think running comes in a mite handy when ye need to retreat or when ye need to get away from something which scare s
Louis Auchincloss, Louis S. Auchincloss