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He didn't either, but he was grateful if that were true. He wasn't looking forward to

having to protect Abigail from her own clan.

Not really wanting to get into a discussion with the widow, he simply shrugged. And

then could not help thinking the action would have had his angel glaring at him rather than

looking overly sympathetic as Una did.

Feeling uncomfortable from the brief conversation for no reason he could fathom,

Talorc went to the great hall to join his soldiers and his wife.

She was already seated in her customary place at the banquet table. Her hair

shone golden, her curls smooth as if she had just brushed them. She'd donned one of her

embroidered blouses with her plaid and it struck him she had made her best efforts to look

lovely for him.

At least it had better be for him.

He looked down at his plaid with small blood spatters caused by carrying the pig

and gave a mental shrug. He was no woman to worry about his appearance, but perhaps

he could have washed off the sweat from his walk back to the fortress before joining her in

the hall.

There was nothing to be done about it now. He walked toward the table, his

attention fixed on his wife.

She was blushing and looking mildly distressed. He frowned and listened to what

was being said around him. The hall was abuzz with something to do with his horse and

his wife. Had she tried to ride him? He thought the stallion had shown a great deal of

tolerance for her thus far.

She looked up with shock on her porcelain features when he touched her shoulder

to let her know he was there. "You have returned."

"As you see."

"Was your hunt successful?"

"Yes. We will have boar tomorrow." They would have had it today, but the one he'd

killed the day before had been scavenged by other predators. It was only to be expected

when he had left it there for them to find.

He took his seat beside his wife and turned to Barr. "What has happened with my