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“My dear, I am not the big bad ogre everyone makes me out to be. I am just a simple man trying to make his way in the world.”
Yesenda remained skeptical.
“Well, my dear, it has been truly enlightening speaking to you. Leave everything to me. I see no reason to detain you any further.”
“But you’ve been trying to kill me all this time. Why would you set me free now? Is this trickery?”
He looked genuinely shocked at her statement.
“Oh, my dear, I have done no such thing. I sent my brethren toGlencoebut not to do harm.”
“Yet one of them tried to kill the laird’s wife and bairn. He was specifically searching for a Miriam Ferguson.”
“Believe me, if I wanted you dead, you would be dead. The only reason you’re alive is because I warned my men not to harm you. To date, none have been killed. So, whoever they have sent to kill you, are certainly not my men.”
“Then who are they? They say they work for the bishop and for England.”
Odo paced slightly, then he paused and asked, “Is there anyone else in your little town who is usually not from there?”
“How do you mean?”
“Well, people who work for nobles usually come and go. They rarely stay long in one place; however, they will revisit when it is convenient.”
It finally dawned on Yesenda.Liosa.
The bishop called Silas over.
“Your Grace?”
“Send a missive and call off the search.”
“But the duke—”
“The duke does not need to know a damn thing.”
Silas nodded.
Then Odo said, “Yesenda, it is possible whoever wants you dead may be driven by reasons other than what you think.”
***
The Angel
Yesenda was moved to a chamber on the lower floor and arrangements were being made for her safe passage home. Odo refused to let her travel alone, so she was forced to wait a couple of days before they arranged an escort. In the meantime, she fretted and worried over Iain. The bishop insisted his men did not kill the burly Highlander. Yesenda would not believe it until she saw Iain face to face. She could only guess Iain would be worried sick about her.
That night, she was having a fitful sleep when an Angel of the lord appeared before her. He was a demigod with long blond hair and deep blue eyes. His features were chiseled. Yesenda had to marvel at such beauty and perfection.
Then he said in a strange accent, “Yesenda, hold on, lass. I’ll get you out of here.”
“Am I dead? Are you an angel?” she whispered.
He chuckled quietly, “No, my name is Torstein, and Sorcha sent me. Mysnekkjaawaits.”
He carried her out of the chamber and down to a longboat waiting on the shores of the monastery.
Yesenda woke several times to the feel of the floor rocking beneath her and she heard the sea.
Then she saw a beloved face hovering above her.
