He gazed at his friend’s wife with a questioning look as he awaited the evening meal at the high table. He was growing tired of Janna nettling him for his treatment of his newest slave. He was tired of everyone cosseting the feral English bitch! He remembered her earlier threats to kill him if he touched her. “What have I done now?” He grumbled aloud to the hall at large, and her, and sat back in his chair to eye her darkly. “Allisande might be Harold’s daughter, but she’s done nothing to us, Joran,” Janna reminded him, uncaring who listened. “When do we seek to punish the innocent for the crimes of our enemies?” “Leave it alone, Janna!” She glared at her Chieftain. “Since when do we not have a say in matters here, my Chieftain?” “Since the girl’s fate is now in my hands!” Grogan glared at his wife. “Mind your tongue, Woman! It’s not your place!” Janna flounced away, giving them both angry looks. “Don’t expect us to treat her as you do! That is all I’m saying!”
