If Alys feared for the endurance of her appeal, leaving Kiltorren provided ample fodder for her doubts.
Indeed, Ireland was populated with the most beauteous women she had ever seen. Each village, each keep, each marketplace teemed with flashing eyes and sparkling smiles. Femininity greeted her gaze at every turn, and Alys only began to realize the fullness of the assault Burke faced.
For each and every woman acknowledged him in one way or another. Some shy ones merely glanced his way; the more bold women smiled directly at him, flicked their skirts or toyed with the drawstring of their chemises. He was granted many a sensual invitation even in her presence.
What man could withstand such an assault of temptation, however noble his intent?
Burke, though, seemed almost unaware of the wom
