At last, the wagon stopped and so did Nora’s prattle. She cocked her head to listen.
Ewan heard the muffled voices from outside.
“Think he be awake by now?” Ewan wasn’t sure which of them spoke.
“He should be,” Catarina said. “I only gave him a bit of the root and considering his size, it should have worn off awhile back.”
“Poor man,” another one said. “Imagine being locked in the back with the woman’s tongue. No doubt he’ll be wanting all our heads for it.”
“I think we should keep him unconscious,” that was definitely Lysander’s voice. “He’ll be more than angry at us and I’ve no wish to taste his wrath.”
“That would defeat the purpose, now wouldn’t it? Nay, we have to be getting the boy up at some point”
Ewan scowled at that. What did they mean?”
“Let’s open it then and let us see if he’s up,” it was the first man again.
Then a small slit was opened in the back of the wagon and a pair of brown eyes peeped in.
“He’s loose,” Bavel said. “The lady must have untied him.”
“I thought you said you tied him well,” Catarina inserted testily.
“I did.”
Bavel was moved out of the way and Catarina’s blue eyes stared inside. “Hand me your ropes,” she demanded.
“Why?” Ewan asked.
“Well if you be wanting out of there to attend your business, you’d be best doing as you’re told.”
“Just let them out, Cat,” Viktor said.
She refused. “Not until I see those ropes. I want to know how they got them off him.”
Ewan pulled Nora back as she started to comply. “You’ve no need to see the ropes, lass. Let us out.”
“Ha!”
Ewan ground his teeth. What was it with this day that he was cursed with women who didn’t know their places?
Nora shrugged his hold off and handed one of the ropes to Catarina through the slot.
“See,” Catarina said triumphantly. “The rope’s been cut. They have a dagger in there. Had you opened the door, one of us would most likely be dead now.”
“Hand over the dagger!” Lysander snarled.
Ewan scoffed at the thought.
Hand over his only weapon? Never.
“Nay.”
“Then the two of you can just stay in there then,” Catarina said.
“There’s one wee problem,” Nora said. “I really need to leave the wagon.”
“Why?” Viktor asked.
