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Chapter Fifty-Seven - All Kinds of Danger
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The Conqueror's Royal Slave Chapter Fifty-Eight - Rescue
“Something’s wrong,” Jocasta said to Iain as they sat by the fire, toasting themselves.“It isn’t Xander, is it? Don’t tell me he’s come a cropper in his native Frankia.”“I don’t give a fig for him, you know that. It’s Eithne. Those Germanians you told me about.”“Well, there’s not likely to be a coup with them under lock and key in the tower.”“Don’t you know anything? Some of those cells have open doorways.”“Crikey. Me own sister knows more about the castle than I do.”“I have my spies.” She grimaced. “Or did.”“Want me to wander across and take a look?”“No, you idiot. Are you trying to get yourself killed?” She smiled at him; they both knew she didn’t always mean it when she lashed out verbally. It was just her way. He relieved his tension with a sword, his sister sounded off. “Iain, I suggest you ride after your fellow gladiators. Round them up with all speed. Or I fear the worst.”“I’ll go in the morning, first thing,” he said.The haunted look on her face persuaded him otherw
The Conqueror's Royal Slave Chapter Fifty-Nine - An Unexpected Ally
Not long after the imposter had dragged her into the room, he passed out. Eithne gazed fearfully at Frederick, who put his finger to his lips. “I drugged his ale,” he said. “No-one shares what’s mine.” “How did you know what he was proposing?” “I have heard the rumours. He wasn’t easy to fool.” “You saved me – us – my lord, and I am grateful.” “Don’t call me by that fancy title. I’m a mercenary plain and simple. Except I no longer wish to follow Kurt.” Megan was struggling in his grip, and Eithne had no notion what to do, except plead with him not to hurt her. “We’ve all been through enough,” she added, willing him to go easy on the woman. But some things were not so straightforward. “I don’t trust this one. Did you know she’s been playing one side off against another?” She nodded. “Megan did what she had to survive.” “Including sucking up to Kurt.” “I did no such thing. If you must know, he forced himself upon me.” “Is that so?” “Has he done this kind of thing before?” E
The Conqueror's Royal Slave Chapter Sixty - Clara
Two separate outside forces were converging on the castle, she could see them from the window slit. Her guard was the loyal kind who swiftly rounded up a like-minded force and they waited in her tower room, like turncoats watching to see who would gain the upper hand before they joined the fray.Yet Clara knew she would triumph, whichever Ephron survived. The gladiators were disbanded for now, with those loyal to Eithne heading for wherever they hailed from, except for Flavius. Her eyes narrowed. She would deal with him in the fullness of time. And Xander had gone to Frankia chasing a not so wild goose and a gander who deserved all that was coming to him.Charles de Mornay could rot in Hell, as far as she was concerned. He’d almost cost her the greatest prize of all. The girls were well hidden in a walled city and soon a ship would come to take them to the Satrapy in the east where they would join harems willingly, or not.She had wanted to send Eithne with them, but had to give Xande
The Conqueror's Royal Slave Chapter Sixty-One - Harem
He was done with loyalty. In the end, it netted him nothing. All Clara’s grand schemes and look where she was now. Sensing the writing on the wall he made himself scarce while the going was good. Time to visit the harem. Maurice really hoped that particular ship hadn’t yet sailed.The idea came to him as he made his way to a villain he knew who would show him the quickest and safest way to the port. Maybe he could divert the lovelies to Byzantium rather than Persia. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d presided over an auction and word of the takeover hadn’t reached the places he’d been so far.Maybe his luck was about to change for the better.In fact, he arrived at an opportune moment. The husband and wife team who were keeping the women secure wanted out. Since they knew he was a trusted associate of Clara, they seized the chance to cut their losses, and he wasted no time in re-acquainting himself with several beauties, most of whom seemed willing.The virgin was still off-limits. Ev
The Conqueror's Royal Slave Chapter Sixty-Two - Too Late
Genevieve could scarcely believe they had a new tormentor in the form of the man who asked them to call him variously, Maurice, Guillaume and sometimes Ephron. She was only thankful de Mornay had not visited in a while. The bastard had her necklace; Xander would be so mad.Sometimes, she despaired of ever setting eyes on her brother again. Yet she hadn’t given up hope. She knew him. He was by no means a typical Rimet.The other girls all spoke Ormondian with varying dialects from different regions of the United Isles. Nell had taught her the Anglo Saxon tongue which she knew she must be mangling all the time. Frankish was so different.She supposed it must be the same for Tora, the one who hailed from the Dane Lands.None of them wanted to join a harem. Still, it was probably better than being auctioned off. At least they hadn’t been loaned out to brothels in the city, the ones who weren’t virgins, that is. For her, that wasn’t an option. Though it hadn’t stopped their new keeper from
The Conqueror's Royal Slave Chapter Sixty-Three - Conscription
Maybe it was overkill, but the word went out that Ormond wanted able-bodied men to report to the castle – no exceptions – as there was likely to be a new threat to the kingdom. Cryers were sent out to spread the word in the towns and villages and soon the place was swarming with strangers from as far afield as Alba and Larch.Among them was Earl Adam Campbell, much to Xander’s surprise.“I thought Cassie told us he was dead?”Iain, looking distracted – Jocasta was in a bad way – mentioned then what he knew.“She lied?”It seemed it was news to Will, as well.“I only know what my sister said. We were talking about deceit for some reason and I happened to say the lass was sound. I’m not saying she’s not to be trusted, but many a false yarn is spun by an open fire.”Eithne spoke then, offering a woman’s insight.“Maybe she wished she’d had the courage to do such a thing.”“Remind me never to bolster your resolve,” Xander remarked. “Two wrongs don’t make a right.”“So, you admit to wrongd
The Conqueror's Royal Slave Chapter Sixty-Four - Genevieve
Maybe she had acted in haste and would live to regret it, but the opportunity had been too good to pass up when one of their captors vomited suddenly leaving part of the line unguarded. As she had expected, there was no hue and cry, though the look on the owner’s face was priceless.The three of them had secreted themselves in the bushes by the wayside and waited to be retrieved but it never happened.Tora seemed to know where she was heading, and Nell agreed the territory seemed familiar to her after a time.By a strange coincidence they had been near neighbours, though Tora claimed her brother hadn’t had chance to settle in one particular spot as they waited to be granted farmland. Nell was looking forward to seeing her sister, Rowanne, and little brother, Wulfric, again, while her other companion was extolling the virtues of her brother, Ulf.Genevieve couldn’t help thinking about Xander with mixed feelings. Would he believe she’d let him down?Still, anything was better than being
The Conqueror's Royal Slave Chapter Sixty-Five - Danes
Before she lost her nerve, Rowanne made her way to the place the men from the Dane Lands were camped. It was difficult to miss the spot given the red banner. Knowing her face was flushed anyway, she became even more embarrassed when Jens came up behind her and appeared to think she was a male.“Get lost,” he said, in the Norse language. “We were here first.”“It’s me. Is Ulf inside?”“Rowanne? What are you doing here?”“Same as you,” she said, with no little pride.It wasn’t the whole truth but he didn’t need to know that.“Look at you. Just look at you.”She quailed beneath the admiration in his eyes.“Answer the question, please.”“Where did you disappear to?”This was getting her nowhere.“Your beard’s fuller these days.”Jens clutched his chin with no little pride. “The others don’t mock me so much now. Come inside. Halfdan and Bjarne will be glad to know you survived whatever happened that night.”She swallowed. He still hadn’t mentioned Ulf. It was as she had feared: he was angr
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