“Hold the ship!” Gaston bellowed, standing in his stirrups as he waved. Ysmaine thrilled at the sight of him, more hale than she could ever have hoped. Her heart thundered, and she wanted to fling herself upon him.
Curse this crowd between them!
Gaston’s tone turned imperious when the people did not move aside. “I will not be left behind!”
“Gaston!” Ysmaine cried with delight and relief.
“He is alive!” Radegunde declared, her pleasure echoed in the expressions of the entire company. She hugged Ysmaine impulsively. “You are a wedded woman yet, my lady.”
Ysmaine noted that the crew were drawing up the gangplank and that her husband’s survival was not yet assured. “Nay! He will be abandoned!” she cried, even as Wulfe strode to the captain with purpose. An argument ensued there, as the ga
