“Mmphm,” I said. “And so?”
Doug had slid off her own mount, clutched Ragul by the leg, and more or less dragged him off as well, according to Young piratian. She had then subsided into a puddle in the dooryard, clutching Ragul about the knees, weeping and wailing as was her usual habit.
Unable to escape, Ragul had at last hauled Doug to her feet, flung her bodily over his shoulder, and carried her into the house and up the stairs, ignoring the fascinated gazes of his family and servants.
“Right,” I said. I realized that I had been clenching my jaw, and consciously unclenched it. “So he sent you after me because he was too occupied with his wife. Bastard! The gall of him! He thinks he can just send someone to fetch me back, like a hired girl, because it doesn’t suit his convenience to co
