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arms and give her a shake. Did you?!
Aye! she spat, and he released her at once, almost throwing her away.
I poured that drink into the pot you set out for the dogs last night. Now they are dead& of poisoning.
Twas poison in my cup.
Even Emma went still at that damning news. The entire hall seemed to hold its breath as it awaited her
response, but before she could speak, Alden hurried to her side.
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Mayhap twas an accident, Amaury s squire suggested in her defense. Tis fair true, my lord, those
weeds look very similar. I cannot tell them apart. Mayhap& He paused, searching for a way his
beloved mistress might have accidentally almost killed her husband.
Emma wanted to cuff him. The mere fact that the boy was seeking an excuse told her he too thought her
potion was the source of the poison. One glance around the room showed confusion on the others faces
as well. Emma felt as though she had been kicked in the stomach.
I made no mistake and I did not poison my husband! she bellowed furiously.
There was dismay on every face at her unladylike display, but Emma cared little for their opinion at that
moment. They all thought her a killer, for goodness sake. Even her own people were looking uncertain.
Disgusted with the lot of them, she turned on her heel to leave, but Amaury grabbed her arm, bringing her
to an abrupt halt.
You will not simply walk away from this, wife.
Emma glared pointedly at the hand grasping her arm, then raised cold eyes to his angry face.
Husband?
She said it so sweetly and in such contrast to the icy fury on her face that his eyes narrowed warily,
Aye?
S neck up! The entire room seemed to gasp as she roared that. Glaring over them in cold satisfaction,
Emma tore her arm away and swept toward the stairs. She had no intention of standing about listening to
such tripe. Next they would be calling her a witch and preparing to burn her at the stake.
Amaury stared at his wife s retreating back in amazement, then turned to his friend. What did she say to
me?
I believe she said s neck up.
Aye. Amaury nodded, his eyes narrowing to slits. She did.
He started to follow her then with murder in his eyes, but Blake caught him back quickly. Nay, friend.
Let her go for now. She is angry and
She is angry!? Amaury bellowed, turning on him. My wife just told me to go hang myself! And in the
lowest terms! She is no lady, Blake. I tell you, she is no lady! I suspected as much when she enjoyed the
joining, but now I am sure. No lady would use such common language. Nor would they enjoy the marital
act. And they sure as hell would not try to poison their husbands! he roared toward Emma s retreating
back, then turned to his own men. Damn ye to hell, think ye to let her try to kill me then just walk
away?! Stop her!
Now, Amaury, we must think this through, Blake cautioned desperately.
What is there to think of? Tis not bad enough that
I have bandits and mercenaries determined to do the deed, but now my wife tries to kill me! He
bellowed the last toward his wife s departing back. Tis no wonder Fulk killed himself!
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Emma froze at those words and whirled to spit an opinion or two at her husband, but her attention was
distracted by the four men hurrying toward her. Her eyes widened in dismay as she began to recognize
the seriousness of her predicament. What was happening was a great deal more than a simple insult to
her person. She had been dosing her husband with those blasted herbs, as everyone appeared to be
aware. He had poured his ale into the dogs dish the night afore, and now, this morn, they were dead&
poison. It was damning evidence no matter the insult. Evidence of murder. An offense punishable by
death.
The castle doors suddenly burst open, drawing all eyes in surprise. That surprise deepened when Lord
Bertrand entered. Emma must have made a sound of surprise, for his eyes immediately flew to where she
stood and he smiled brightly enough to near blind her.
Lady Emmalene, I came soon as I heard! Hurrying to her side, he reached for her hands.
Heard what? she asked, taking a nervous step backward from his presence. Her gaze flew to her
would-be captors to see that they had paused and now stood uncertain whether to take her into custody
or not. Her eyes were drawn abruptly back to Bertrand when he took her hands warmly in both of his
and squeezed them gently. Confusion immediately set up a riot inside her. His demeanor and greeting
were all wrong. He should not be so happy to see her. She had married another, vexing his plans. His [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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arms and give her a shake. Did you?!
Aye! she spat, and he released her at once, almost throwing her away.
I poured that drink into the pot you set out for the dogs last night. Now they are dead& of poisoning.
Twas poison in my cup.
Even Emma went still at that damning news. The entire hall seemed to hold its breath as it awaited her
response, but before she could speak, Alden hurried to her side.
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Mayhap twas an accident, Amaury s squire suggested in her defense. Tis fair true, my lord, those
weeds look very similar. I cannot tell them apart. Mayhap& He paused, searching for a way his
beloved mistress might have accidentally almost killed her husband.
Emma wanted to cuff him. The mere fact that the boy was seeking an excuse told her he too thought her
potion was the source of the poison. One glance around the room showed confusion on the others faces
as well. Emma felt as though she had been kicked in the stomach.
I made no mistake and I did not poison my husband! she bellowed furiously.
There was dismay on every face at her unladylike display, but Emma cared little for their opinion at that
moment. They all thought her a killer, for goodness sake. Even her own people were looking uncertain.
Disgusted with the lot of them, she turned on her heel to leave, but Amaury grabbed her arm, bringing her
to an abrupt halt.
You will not simply walk away from this, wife.
Emma glared pointedly at the hand grasping her arm, then raised cold eyes to his angry face.
Husband?
She said it so sweetly and in such contrast to the icy fury on her face that his eyes narrowed warily,
Aye?
S neck up! The entire room seemed to gasp as she roared that. Glaring over them in cold satisfaction,
Emma tore her arm away and swept toward the stairs. She had no intention of standing about listening to
such tripe. Next they would be calling her a witch and preparing to burn her at the stake.
Amaury stared at his wife s retreating back in amazement, then turned to his friend. What did she say to
me?
I believe she said s neck up.
Aye. Amaury nodded, his eyes narrowing to slits. She did.
He started to follow her then with murder in his eyes, but Blake caught him back quickly. Nay, friend.
Let her go for now. She is angry and
She is angry!? Amaury bellowed, turning on him. My wife just told me to go hang myself! And in the
lowest terms! She is no lady, Blake. I tell you, she is no lady! I suspected as much when she enjoyed the
joining, but now I am sure. No lady would use such common language. Nor would they enjoy the marital
act. And they sure as hell would not try to poison their husbands! he roared toward Emma s retreating
back, then turned to his own men. Damn ye to hell, think ye to let her try to kill me then just walk
away?! Stop her!
Now, Amaury, we must think this through, Blake cautioned desperately.
What is there to think of? Tis not bad enough that
I have bandits and mercenaries determined to do the deed, but now my wife tries to kill me! He
bellowed the last toward his wife s departing back. Tis no wonder Fulk killed himself!
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Emma froze at those words and whirled to spit an opinion or two at her husband, but her attention was
distracted by the four men hurrying toward her. Her eyes widened in dismay as she began to recognize
the seriousness of her predicament. What was happening was a great deal more than a simple insult to
her person. She had been dosing her husband with those blasted herbs, as everyone appeared to be
aware. He had poured his ale into the dogs dish the night afore, and now, this morn, they were dead&
poison. It was damning evidence no matter the insult. Evidence of murder. An offense punishable by
death.
The castle doors suddenly burst open, drawing all eyes in surprise. That surprise deepened when Lord
Bertrand entered. Emma must have made a sound of surprise, for his eyes immediately flew to where she
stood and he smiled brightly enough to near blind her.
Lady Emmalene, I came soon as I heard! Hurrying to her side, he reached for her hands.
Heard what? she asked, taking a nervous step backward from his presence. Her gaze flew to her
would-be captors to see that they had paused and now stood uncertain whether to take her into custody
or not. Her eyes were drawn abruptly back to Bertrand when he took her hands warmly in both of his
and squeezed them gently. Confusion immediately set up a riot inside her. His demeanor and greeting
were all wrong. He should not be so happy to see her. She had married another, vexing his plans. His [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]