In a matter of minutes, they stood upon a verdant, level sward of land just beyond the roiling Gael Burn. The sun was flirting with the clouds, and the air was potent with the essence of spring. Freedom lay just within the curtain of trees not a hundred rods away. But Roderic failed to be distracted by any of these things, for Flanna MacGowan was within sight, stealing his breath and igniting his soul with her beauty. Her steel gray stallion was cantering in place, a difficult maneuver even for the most powerful beast. It was a marvel to see, like sweet music come alive. Then the canter was halted, and with the suddenness of a cat, the stallion leaped into the air, tucking his forelegs beneath his soaring body. And yet Flame remained steady, and on her face was an expression of sheer joy. Roderic remained transfixed. "Na man wins the adoration of such a woman." Troy's words were soft. "'Tis a freely given thing. A gift." Roderic turned toward the warrior, disturbed by the man's breathy tone.
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