The White Mare: The Dalraida Trilogy, Book One - Plot & Excerpts
He was pressing a wet cloth to her forehead. ‘Good, you’re awake. I took the liberty of removing us to a safer place away from that path.’She struggled to sit, and he put an arm behind and helped her to slide up the bole of the tree. ‘Here.’ He thrust a cup of water into her hands. ‘Drink this.’She obeyed, then closed her eyes and rested her head on the tree-trunk until another wave of dizziness passed. Her skull was sore at the back. ‘Did I hit the ground?’‘No, I caught you.’ Eremon sounded distinctly amused. ‘But then your weight wrenched me off my horse, and between us your head collided with my chin. I’m sorry.’She forced away the unpleasant image of being in a tangle of limbs on the ground with him, her skirt rucked up to her knees. ‘I never faint.’‘You’ve never had to face Romans, either.’‘I’ve faced worse.’He paused, and said drily, ‘And you’re welcome. It was my shoulder that broke the fall, you know.’Hot shame surged up her cheeks.
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