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Arrow.
Fia didn’t bother to look around. She needed to stop Sinead from flying too low.
She swung her hands in the air screaming, “Nay! Nay! Take flight!”
The hawk was so intent on its meal that it ignored her.
Fia grabbed a handful of snow, packed it in her hand, and began throwing snowballs at the hawk while screaming, “Go! Go Away!’
Fia gave a quick glance around as Sinead dipped lower and, spotting a fallen tree that did not quite hit the ground completely having been caught in the branches of another tree, she hurried as best she could up along it, slipping now and again but managing not to fall.
“FIA!”
She heard her husband call out to her but there was no time to respond. She was only a short distance from the highest spot, and when she reached it, she launched herself off it, waving Sinead frantically away as she shouted, “FLY AWAY! FLY AWAY!”
Varrick watched in horror as an arrow hit his wife and sent her tumbling off the fallen tree and Sinead squawking loudly as she flew high, escaping the danger.
CHAPTER24
Varrick roared with rage. “FIND HIM!”
Corwin and Marsh rushed off as Varrick and Argus ran to Fia.
“Listen well, God of Death, you cannot have her! She belongs to me! Show yourself, you cowardly fool, and battle me!” Varrick shouted.
“There has been no howl from the hell hounds. Death does not want her,” Argus said, seeing the tremendous pain in his friend’s eyes and hearing the fury and heartbreak in his voice.
“Seeing her tells me differently,” Varrick said, standing over her, afraid to touch her, afraid to learn if she was dead, gone from his life when he never got a chance to tell her that he loved her.
He wanted to rage to the heavens, cry out at the pain that tore at his heart as he stared at her lifeless body lying face down in the snow, her cloak spread out around her as if she had attempted to take flight and failed. There was not the slightest movement in her. But there was a spot of blood beginning to pool by her hood. He finally was about to crouch down beside her when she moved.
“Fia!” Varrick shouted and crouched down to gently turn her over, his arm supporting her back so all of her did not lie in the snow, and he cringed when he saw the blood on her brow where the arrow must have hit.
Fia moaned, fighting to open her eyes that suddenly shot wide when she recalled what had happened. Grateful to see her husband and be in his arms, she asked, “Sinead?”
“She flew off. You suffered the arrow for her,” Varrick said.
“Where was I hit?” she asked, feeling no intense pain.
“Your head,” he said, his stomach twisting and thinking of how much worse it could have been and how he could have lost her.
Her hand went to her head, and she winced. “Nay. I think I hit my head when I fell.”
“My lord,” Argus said, holding up a section of Fia’s cloak to show a tear there, then pointed to a spot where an arrow lay on the ground. “It missed her.”
“I need to tend my wound,” Fia said and grabbed her husband’s arm as she struggled to sit up.
“You are not going anywhere just yet. You need to go easy,” he warned, keeping his arm firmly around her and forcing her to stay put.
“How did you know Sinead was in danger?” Argus asked as he went to retrieve the arrow.
Fia had enough wits about her to know if she spoke the truth, she would surely be thought a witch, but then how did she explain?
“There will be time enough for questions later,” Varrick ordered, taking a handful of snow to place on her head wound, something he had seen Lloyd do countless times after a snowy winter battle.
Fia sighed. “Perfect. That will help stop the bleeding some.”
They were suddenly surrounded by several clan warriors, ready to defend Lord Varrick and his wife.
