Castle Tullymullagh, Ireland—October 1171
Castle Tullymullagh, Ireland—October 1171Tullymullagh could not be lost!!
Brianna ran down the corridor, blind to the intricate tapestries hanging on every wall and indifferent to the wondrously fitted stones of her sire’s creation. She tripped over her full skirts, cursed with a vehemence that would have made her father scowl, then gathered her embroidered hems by the fistful and ran on.
A deadly silence permeated the keep, a marked contrast to the rumbling of men’s voices and clunk of pottery that usually echoed from below.
Brianna’s heart began to pound with foreboding. There were men in the hall despite the quiet, she knew it. The smell of wet wool and leather assaulted her nostrils, mixed with the pungency of many men’s scents. There had t
