Honor's Splendour

I am ever a gentle maiden," she shouted. "Damn if I'm not.

Lady Madelyne had sealed her own fate. She'd warmed his feet.

I've just vowed my love for you. Have you nothing to say in return?" Duncan asked. "Thank you, husband.

If you get yourself killed, I'll find your grave and spit on it," she threatened.

You take my heart with you, my loving captor." "Nay, Madelyne. I am your captive in body and soul.

The man irritated her just like a rash.

Get off me. You weigh more than the doors to your home.

You're taller than I am, but I'm stronger, and meaner right this minute than you could ever imagine" - Lady Madelyne.

It's a shame you know," he called over his shoulder. "What's a shame?" Duncan asked. "That I didn't capture her first." Duncan smiled. "Nay, Edmond, it was a blessing. God's truth, I would have taken her from you.

For though Duncan was a mere mortal, flawed as well, he'd accomplished a daring feat. Aye, he'd captured an angel. And she belonged to him.

Madelyne, we're married now. 'Tis a usual occurrence to bed one's wife on the wedding night.

If you get yourself killed, I'll find your grave and spit on it," she threatened. "Then I'll take every care." "You promise me?" "I promise you.

He'd gone to Louddon's fortress to take Madelyne captive. His plan was revenge; an eye for an eye. And that had been reason enough. Until she'd warmed his feet. Everything had changed at that moment. Duncan had known with a certainty he couldn't deny that they were henceforth bound together. He could never let her go.

I am not a poor child, Lady Eleanor," Madelyne announced, letting her anger sound in her voice. "Duncan won't marry you. He won't sign the contracts. He'd have to give up his greatest treasure in order to marry you." "And what be that treasure?" Lady Eleanor inquired, her voice mild. "Why, I'm Duncan's greatest treasure. He'd be a fool to give me up," she added. "And even you must know that Duncan is anything but a fool.

You're bruised, as ugly as one of your Cyclops, and I can barely stand to look at you." - Duncan to Madelyne.

Made­lyne, I would like to speak to you in pri­vate after din­ner." "Speak to me about what?" Made­lyne de­manded with a dis­grun­tled look. "Men and their horses," Dun­can told her

She wished she could understand her reaction to him. Why, her heart was pacing a wild beat again. Madelyne dared a quick look up and found Duncan was watching her intently. He looked so handsome. She wanted him to be ugly.

He was as naked as a wolf. Made­lyne grabbed the blan­ket and threw it to­ward him. "Cover your­self, Dun­can. It isn't de­cent to let me see your legs.

You've given me value, Dun­can. In my heart I know I mat­ter to you.

When she was rested. she'd find a way to escape. It was the duty of the captive, wasn't it?

I do know, however, that they took more than one man to their beds.” Adela gasped and Madelyne nodded, thoroughly satisfied by her friend’s reaction. “More than one at a time?” Adela asked. She whispered the question and then blushed with embarrassment. Madelyne nibbled on her lip while she considered if that was possible. “I don’t think so,” she finally announced. Her back was to the door, and Adela’s full attention was centered on her friend. Neither noticed Duncan now stood in the open doorway.

She was more frightened of the stallion than she was of the Baron.

To do injustice is more disgraceful than to suffer it.” PLATO, GORGIAS

Abhor that which is evil; Cleave to that which is good.