Jacqueline used Rodney’s language, though it sounded coarse on her tongue, the knight’s touch feeding her urgency. “I have to piss now!”
“You see?” Rodney crowed. “They are all the same. Now, Angus, you who have insisted upon keeping this wench can find her a spot to her liking.” He laughed, obviously enjoying that his own prediction was coming true. “And we shall see how long you wish to keep her after that.”
“You shall have to wait for a moment or two,” the knight said tersely. Jacqueline heard the stallion cross the stream, leaving the garrulous Rodney behind. Angus dismounted and her back was suddenly cold without his strength there. He rummaged through something as she sat alone and she assumed he tethered the great beast.
Mostly she worried about sitting so still and straight that
