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A songbird called from the forest behind and she glanced up, smiling at the delicate melody. Then her attention was caught by an approaching rider, and she let fall the flowered braid from limp fingers.

I did not say you presented an unattractive sight, Alix. He grinned- More like a wood nymph, I would say.

Geoffrey Shafer.

She sat by the creek, half-hidden in lush grasses. Carefully she twined purple summer flowers into her single dark brown braid, and dabbled bare feet in the rushing water. Stems and crushed blooms littered the coarse yellow gown she wore and damp earth stained the garment, but she paid it no mind. She was purpose-fully intent on her work, for if she allowed her thoughts to range freely she would be overtaken by the knowledge and the hope that he still might come.

I did not think you would come, she said, pitching her voice to carry over the noisy horse.

Hurriedly she brushed her skirts free of clinging stems and blossoms and began to pick them from her braid. Before she could strip them away entirely he swung down from the horse and caught her hands, kneeling.

Lousy slid down the muddy bank into the water again. His rider,

equally startled, reined the animal in with a curse and shot a glare over his shoulder. When he saw her his face cleared.

She drew her knees up and clasped her arms around them, resting her chin on their tops. She felt the familiar leap of excitement, anticipation and wonder within her breast, and quickly tried to dismiss it. If she allowed him to see it she would be no different from anyone else to him, and therefore of no account.

She tried to draw her hands from his large weapon-callused ones. My lord...

proper. Then she grinned again-

And I want to be of account to him, she thought intently.

He plunged sideways, halfway out of die creek, men unceremonious

I did not think you would come, she said, pitching her voice to carry over the noisy horse.

Sunlight glittered off the gold of his mount's trappings and painted the chestnut warhorse bright red. She heard the jingle of bit and bridle and the heavy snort of the big stallion. His rider, who had yet to see her, rode unconcernedly through the meadowlands.

proper. Then she grinned again-

The Captive

Geoffrey Shafer.

Carillon, he said firmly. There are no titles between us.

She drew her knees up and clasped her arms around them, resting her chin on their tops. She felt the familiar leap of excitement, anticipation and wonder within her breast, and quickly tried to dismiss it. If she allowed him to see it she would be no different from anyone else to him, and therefore of no account.

The animal reacted to her unexpected appearance with alacrity.

By the gods, she whispered within her mind, he is prince of this land and comes to see me

Carillon, he said firmly. There are no titles between us.

The prince stared down at her quizzically, one tawny eyebrow rose. What have you been doing harvesting all the flowers? You are fair covered with them.

Hurriedly she brushed her skirts free of clinging stems and blossoms and began to pick them from her braid. Before she could strip them away entirely he swung down from the horse and caught her hands, kneeling.

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