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The aroma of roasting meat escaped the hall and filled the evening air where the three of them stood. Lana squeezed her eyes shut to breathe it in. Her stomach growled. She had never been so hungry in her life. Torsten had promised a crackling fire, mulled wine, and a full belly. How much longer did she have to wait?
She opened her eyes to focus on Tor’s muscular form and Robbie, of equal height but yet a lanky man-child. They stood in the shadows, yammering over the same topic that had preoccupied them off and on for the last few miles of tonight’s journey.
“Rob, ye know naught of any dealings with the Keech brood. Keep your trap shut one last time.”
“I’ve been thinking hard on it, Tor. T’will not ring true to Da. He’ll know ye’d not make such a blunder. T’would be well for me to face him now.”
“I applaud your bold urge to take the brunt. Better late than never, and that’s the truth of it.” A shrewd gleam appeared in Tor’s eyes. “But it comes to me as how there is another way, where the Gunns jump out ahead and Keech gets naught. An idea of sorts. If it goes well, your faulty judgment may not need to come to light. After all, Braida…”
In a voice full of resentment, Rob objected, “I’ll thank ye to leave Braida out of it, the conniving witch. She fooled me good and proper, more power to her. Nay, I will come clean.”
Tor grabbed him roughly by the shoulders. “Listen to me, lad. There’s more at stake here than your newfound pride. We need only hold off til sunrise to act. Afterward, ye may confess to kingdom come, if you like.”
As Rob shook his head, Lana found her temper exploding. “For Lord’s sake!” she cried, brushing Tor aside in annoyance as if he were a pesky fly. Toe to toe with young Rob, she looked up into his surprised gaze and punctuated her words with a finger on his chest. “What in the Sam Hill is the matter with you? Has Tor not saved your hide time and time again, and now—NOW all of a sudden you want to step up, you daft lug, when he asks you to wait one measly night?”
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Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Spirited Stories
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Great scene. Love her temper.Well done.
If she hadn’t been so darn hungry…
Now I want some juicy meat cooked over a spit. Love how she lays into him for being an ungrateful wretch. LOL jillian
So often I find myself wanting the foods and drinks mentioned in our writings!
Go Lana! Tell him what’s going on! Great job!
Heh heh.