Summer 965 MC
Sir Greyson halted, his hand going to the hilt of his sword. "We are here, Highness, although I see no sign of who we are to meet."
"Then we shall wait," Bronwyn replied. She stepped from the trees, moving into the clearing to better see her surroundings. It was late evening, well after dark, and the knight"s lantern did little to illuminate the area. "Are you sure this is the correct place?"
"It is, I swear it. The instructions were quite clear."
The rustle of leaves caught Sir Greyson"s attention, and he pivoted, his sword now half drawn.
"Put away your sword, Sir Knight," came a clear voice. "I am here to talk, not fight."
"How do I know you don"t mean the princess harm?" demanded Sir Greyson.
"If that were my aim, I would hardly have alerted you to my presence." Th
