Luc was awakened by the sound of Raphael stamping his feet. The beast snorted with displeasure and snapped his reins temperamentally. The cold gray of a winter’s dawn had crept into the stables and Luc felt the chill of it in his bones.
He sat up, shoved a hand through his hair, and wondered what had troubled the stallion at such an early hour. ’Twould be too soon for the fires to be lit in the hall, he wagered.
A woman’s voice rose shrilly in that moment. “Whatever do you mean, there are no stalls available? Why, Tullymullagh has always boasted an ample stable and I see no reason why you should deign to turn us away at this early hour.”
mean,youLuc stood up with interest and brushed the straw from his chausses. He straightened his chemise, tugged on both boots and tabard, tucked his kn
