“My lady!” Tarsuinn hissed.
I spun to find him on the threshold on the chapel, blood running from the shoulder of his sword arm. He was pale, but he relinquished his grip upon his wound to offer me his hand.
“Come, my lady, we must seize this chance to flee.”
I glanced back as a man groaned and fell. It was Alasdair, Niall’s knife lodged in his chest. Gawain must have no blade! I took a step just as Alasdair lunged to his feet with a snarl.
“No!” Tarsuinn seized my hand and pulled me back.
Gawain kicked Alasdair in the chest and Alasdair fell, hitting his head and moving no more. Gawain seized Alasdair’s sword without hesitation and spun to face his assailants.
“The specter of Niall of Glenfannon demands vengeance!” Gawain cried with wicked glee. I was fascinated and thrilled by his
