Chapter 17“Stay here, Ariana.” Braith tried to get to his feet.
I put a hand on his head and shoved him down again. “Have you run mad? You have an arm in a sling, you cannot subdue a knight.”
“Whereas you, of course, being untrained and quite tiny—”
“Tiny? I am hardly an inch shorter than Tristan. Unlike you, I am able-bodied, and unlike you, I am not likely to provoke Tristan into killing me.”
“All humans are tiny,” he muttered. “And you are untrained, whereas he is a warrior.”
“A warrior with a broken leg. And who was it who left Owain trussed like a goose in the kitchen? It was not you. And I will have Elaysius to aid me. Now stay here.” I buckled my sword to my waist, and drew also a battered old dagger from the sack. I hoped I would not need them, but if Tristan required persuasi
