It was only after he sent his men back toward Brest that the villagers had emerged. And so they had continued north along the coastal road. The disease had manifested itself yesterday, just in time for the gate guard at Brest to deny them entry to the port city. The whole village had appeared deserted when he had led his men here seeking shelter for William. The only light in the chamber came from the fire he had built in the hearth when he had dragged William in. Where had they come from, this clutch of peasants who shouted curses and threats? He couldn't hear them distinctly, for the walls of the longhouse were stone and the door and one small window were closed. Better to face a quick death than to endure the agony that burned your brain and deformed your body with black sores. This end would probably be a mercy for William. To his left, on a bed near the hearth, the youth William moaned in pain and madness. To his right, in the stable area of the house, his destrier snorted and stamped, aroused by the danger. He sank down on it and rested his sword across his lap. Morvan kicked a bench over to the wall that faced the longhouse door. Killed by a mob of Breton peasants in a house that stunk of cows and dung. It was one hell of a way for the son of Hugh Fitzwaryn to die. 'synopsis' may belong to another edition of this title. When her castle is besieged by an old enemy who claims both her and her lands, Anna finds she has no choice but to accept Morvan's aid - even if the enemy outside her walls is no match for the ally within, who with every tantalizing kiss and forbidden embrace threatens to make her a prisoner of her own fiery passion. But she suddenly had the strange feeling that her well-fortified defenses could be breached by this dark-eyed, smolderingly handsome English knight. She was used to commanding men in battle. It wasn't long before Morvan had vowed to protect and conquer this unconquerable woman with all the sensual weapons at his disposal.įor her part, Anna de Leon had no interest in men as lovers or husbands. Anna de Leon took him into her castle and nursed him back to health, little knowing the spark of desire she was feeding with her caring ministrations. Still Morvan Fitzwaryn had never seen any woman who aroused his interest and his passion more than the unconventional Breton warrior beauty. The first time he laid eyes on her she had come to his rescue with a sword in her hand.

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