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looked down at Kara. “Perhaps I could find something better for you, Ms. Kara.”
    The young woman smiled. “Please, just Kara. And yes, I would like something to eat.”
    Joseph walked out from between two tents, his large bag of herbs and salves slung over one shoulder. He glanced up quickly as he noticed Reginald and Kara.
    “Perhaps you might accompany me back to my tent,” Sir Reginald continued. “I hate to think of such a lovely a young woman as yourself sleeping out in the open like this.”
    “ Sir ,” the sergeant said in a warning tone, “perhaps it would be better to keep all the prisoners together.”
    “Oh, I hardly think this young lady will be too much for me to handle,” said Reginald with a laugh. He held out a hand to Kara with a disarming smile. “Well, my dear, will you come with me?”
    Joseph set his bag down and watched the scene before him with a calm gaze.
    Kara looked away shyly. “I don’t know, my liege. After all, I barely know you—”
    “Oh, tut-tut,” replied the nobleman. “I assure you that I am a perfect gentleman. Now what say you?”
    Kara looked up again, then gave an embarrassed smile. “Well, in that case, perhaps it would be all right.”
    Sir Reginald smiled warmly. “Of course it would, lass.” He extended his hand again. “Now take my hand and we’ll ride back together.”
    The young woman looked up at the man with soulful eyes. She reached up for his hand.
    And then, with one hard yank, she pulled him off his horse.
    Startled, Sir Reginald struggled to rise, his horse already pulling away in confusion.
    In the blink of an eye Kara snatched a dagger from the nobleman’s belt, then leapt behind him and thrust the edge of the blade to his throat.
    The guards drew their swords, surrounding the girl instantly.
    Joseph’s rapier was immediately in his hand as well.
    Sir Reginald choked and sputtered as Kara pressed the steel into his neck.
    “I’ll cut his throat if anyone moves,” she snarled.
    Reginald’s eyes grew wild with fear. His hands clutched at Kara’s arm.
     Joseph took a step forward. “Don’t be foolish,” he said. “You won’t get out of here like that.”
    She gave a half smile. “We’ll see.” She looked over at the sergeant. “Let my friends go. Now.”
    Torin leapt to his feet, causing one of the guards to nervously point a crossbow at him. He glanced over at the soldier, then back at his sister. “Kara--”
    She didn’t look over at him, but kept her eyes focused on the sergeant in front of her. “Let them go now ,” she said again, “or I swear by Eru I’ll cut his throat!”
    Sir Reginald gave a sharp cry as the blade cut into his neck, bringing a trace of blood. “Do it! Do it!” he shouted, his voice panicked. “Do whatever she says!”
    Kara twisted slightly, and glanced to her left. “You have three seconds,” she said. “One—”
    There was a whistling noise in the air, and suddenly something hard struck Kara’s hand that held the knife.
    She gave a cry of pain, then dropped the dagger and fell back.
    Sir Reginald lurched forward, gasping for breath. He clutched at his throat.
    Kara turned to run, and lunged for the horse’s bridle, but a guard was already there, his rapier held at her throat. In moments a soldier grabbed her by each arm, pinning them behind her back and turning her around. She struggled violently, kicking and twisting in their grip.
    Reginald got slowly to his feet, his hands shaking.
    Joseph walked up silently, retrieved his throwing dagger from off the ground and stuck it back into the top of his boot.
    “Are you all right, sir?” asked the sergeant.
    The nobleman didn’t respond. He rubbed his throat and stared angrily at Kara.
    She glared back at him, still held tight by the guards.
    “So you have some fire in you, do you, lass?” Reginald said in a cold voice. “We will have to see to that.” He glanced behind him at Torin, who was watching them intently.
    “Her brother,” the