The smile returned to Lord Arbrinner’s face. He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Marry, I givest thou a piece of advice. If thou doth wish to move pigs, thou must promise them the cob, for of that part of the corn, therein lies their greatest desire.”
Murielle smiled at the memory of she and Étienne trying to move the animals out of the barn on that long-ago frigid morning.
She blinked and the god was gone. She heard his voice far across the battlefield, laughing merrily at his challengers. Murielle was alone again on the field. The battle seemed so far away. Likewise, her pain, her anger, her hatred. And in the light of this new dawn in her life, her desire for revenge felt ever so distant.
But not completely banished, however. Slowly, as she gave it more leeway, it began to cree
