The Beast Of Renald (The Northern Knights) - Plot & Excerpts
Or if any were drunk enough at the inns along the way to spill a word. The afternoon had soured the good mood he’d had after leaving Caroline’s side. His dogs barking furiously brought him out of his deep fog of thoughts to see that he had ridden to the edge of the river. His well-trained warhorse, Gray, had stopped and Darc’s senses kicked in. He looked up. Across the stream a gang of bandits stood there watching him. Their menacing presence made even more so by the weapons they carried.These were no mere peasants like the ones who had happened upon him and Rourke.Nay, these men, their clothes bespoke of fine quality and the sun glinted off the mail they wore under their tunics. Poachers they were not. Darc clucked his tongue and his mastiffs sat their large bodies down flanking him on side, their low growls and woofs of warning puffed out of their throats. One of the men across the river, a tall fellow, big in chest as he was round all over nodded and a lopsided smile spread across his mouth.
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