"Brotherhood Of The Sword - 01 - Master Of Desire" - читать интересную книгу автора (MacGregor Kinley)

"'Tis good then. Now go and make preparations. Draven, seek out our priest and make your oath."



Henry directed his gaze to Hugh, then spoke ominously, "Draven will ride home with you to secure your daughter. Should our royal messengers return from Ravenswood with news she is not there, we will not be pleased."



Simultaneously, they bowed and walked backward from the throne room.



Once the heavy wooden doors were closed behind them, Hugh whirled on Draven. "One way or another, I shall see you dead over this," he hissed.



"Is that a threat?" Draven asked with a hint of amusement in his voice. The last thing under heaven Draven feared was death; indeed it would come as a welcome relief.



Simon grabbed Draven and pulled him back from Hugh. "The king lies within hearing," he whispered furiously. "Does either of you wish for another conference with him?"



Hugh's eyes flared, and then he spun on his heel and stalked off.



"Fear not, Hugh. I shall make your daughter most welcome."



A curse echoed in the hallway, but Hugh never looked around, and it was only after the earl was out of his sight that Draven allowed his face to show just how ill he felt inside.



No lady had been inside Ravenswood in almost a score of years. Closing his eyes to blot the memory, Draven wished he could also block out the screams of terror and pleas for mercy that echoed through his head.



And now another lady was coming.



"It's only for one year," Simon whispered.



Draven locked gazes with him. "Need I remind you, brother, of the curse?"