November 1171
November 1171Luc Fitzgavin came to Tullymullagh under protest, his displeasure with that fact rising with every mile of the road that passed beneath him.
’Twas true that Gavin not only knew the perfect bait to lure his eldest son, but the manipulative old mercenary had had the audacity to use it. The Welsh barony of Llanvelyn hung in the balance.
Again.
Indeed, Luc told himself that he would not have left Llanvelyn for any lesser price. He refused to consider either how his restlessness had grown in recent years or how much he had enjoyed the long voyage to Ireland.
Luc had pledged, after all, to live a simple life at Llanvelyn for the rest of his days. He was quite certain he only answered his father’s bidding to set matters to rights. And this time, Luc intended to see
