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Blackmore. Since he yet lived, ’twas obvious all failed in their quest for glory.
    He looked in the distance and saw Riorden slowly following Aiden, whilst he picked his way through the bodies in search of his lord. ’Twas clear the boy and his men had yet to be successful as they carefully made their way amongst the dead.
    Dristan came to stand above Kenna as she closed the eyes of yet another man who would not live to see another day. He offered his hand to the woman, although he was still leery, not knowing if she were in truth a healer or mayhap a witch. One could never be too careful when crossing the Scottish border, since he had heard tell anything was possible this far north. He watched her hesitation ’til she finally took what he offered.
    As she rose, she refused to let go of his hand and clutched it in a firm and steady grip. She closed her eyes as if pondering something then opened them to look him directly in the eye. And then she did the unexpected . . . she smiled, and he knew not what to say.
    “I see you, my L ord Dristan,” she began knowingly. Her green eyes were the color of the sea, and they bore into him, as if looking for his very soul.
    “And what do you think you see, woman?” he said, with disinterest.
    “I see a man craving a different life than what you now lead.”
    “Truly? I have all I desire in my life.”
    “Think you?” she asked with a touch of surprise.
    “Aye! I have my sword . . . an extension of my arm; my guards and my steed both loyal to a fault; and I have the favor of my king. I have more lands than I know what to do with and riches beyond your wildest imagination. What more could I ask for or want from life?”
    “Mayhap you should ask yourself that very question.”
    “I need nothing more than what I now possess,” he grumbled offhandedly.
    Kenna let go of his hand, picked up her satchel of herbs, and turned to see who next she might aid. He fell into step beside her, ’til she turned once more to stare confidently up at her new lord.
    “Are you a witch?” he questioned lightly, not wanting her to put a spell on him if she were in truth and felt offended by his question.
    “Some may think so.” She gave a small laugh. “But since I prefer not to roast upon a stake any time soon, I do not consider myself as such. Sometimes, not everything you see is as it appears, my lord. Is this not so?”
    “You have the sight then?” he said, choosing to ignore her question.
    Kenna looked at him again, and he became somewhat uncomfortable for all his reputation of fierceness.
    “Sometimes, I know of things afore they happen. I do not know how . . . I just do. Mayhap ’tis why I know you would live a normal life if you but could.”
    “Ha! Normal . . . what is normal?”
    “Normal is a loving wife to tend your needs, your children’s laughter surrounding you in your hall, and a family to call your own...my lord.”
    “A wife?” he roared. “What need do I have of a wife? I can have any willing wench I want in my bed without the headache of having a wife harping at me day and night!”
    She flashed a knowing smile. “You have spent too much time at war, my liege, if you do not know the difference between a wife and a wench.”
    “Bah . . . you are a most annoying woman,” he declared offhandedly.
    Kenna but laughed at him again. “You are not the first to tell me so, nor shall you be the last.”
    “Be about your business, Mistress Kenna, and save your helping hands to healing those who need your aid. The way in which my life is run is none of your concern.”
    “Of course, my lord . . . ” Kenna gave him a short bow. “I but told you what I saw. What you make of my words is for you to decide.”
    Kenna looked up ahead and saw a group of clansmen form a circle with heads bowed, and watched as Aiden knelt down upon the ground. “I am afraid the young one has found who was sought. Perchance I am needed there posthaste.”
    “Come with me,” Dristan said