Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 99206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 496(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 496(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
His hand curled into a fist at his side.
Kilkern stopped a short distance from Magnus, and when he did, Reena kept walking forward.
“I gave you no order to leave my side,” Kilkern shouted at her.
She ignored him and kept walking with her head held high, straight to Magnus.
He wanted to grab her and hug her close to him, so relieved was he that she had returned safely, proud that she was confident in his ability to protect her.
“My lord,” she said with a bow of her head, purposely honoring him in front of Kilkern. She then walked past him and joined Brigid and her parents, giving them a glance that warned they were not to fuss over her but to remain as they were, a show of true strength to their new lord.
Peter Kilkern dismounted, along with a few of his men. Dressed in his usual rich finery, his dark eyes alert to all around him, he approached Magnus with arrogant confidence, laughing as he removed his brown leather gloves, three of his men following close behind him.
Magnus remained as he was, forcing Kilkern to come to him, refusing to step forward and display any sign of welcome.
Kilkern felt the insult and lashed out. “I have come for my tenants, you have no right—”
“You have no right to starve them.”
“Let them grow more food.”
“So you can raise the tenant fees and take more from them?” Magnus’s expression remained cold. “Their yearly fees are paid to you, and they owe you no more. They are free to go where they choose.”
Kilkern appeared angry—very angry. He stepped forward again. “They have no rights. They belong to me and you will return them.”
Magnus’s words were for Kilkern’s ears alone. “Make me.”
Kilkern grew even more agitated. “One tenant fee has not been paid in full to me. That tenant will return and fulfill her obligation.”
“Who is this you speak of?”
“Brigid.”
Gasps rumbled throughout the villagers, and Reena quickly squeezed her friend’s hand in reassurance.
“I will pay what she owes you,” Magnus said and motioned to one of his men.
Kilkern was adamant. “Nay, she will serve out her obligation to me; I will have it no other way.”
“Brigid remains here. You can leave with her fee paid or without it, but that does not change the fact that Brigid will not leave with you.”
Kilkern spit out his words like venom. “Want her for yourself?”
Magnus’s slow smile was like a warning. “What I want, I always get. Remember that.”
Kilkern seemed at a loss, though he recovered his composure quickly. “Pay me her fee, but you will be sorry for taking this lazy lot; they are worthless.”
Magnus tossed the coins at him and had Kilkern sign a paper stating his tenants were free of all debt to him.
“Kilkern,” Magnus said as he turned to walk away.
“Earl of Culberry,” Kilkern corrected.
Magnus ignored his title. “Who struck the woman?”
“She was being insolent.”
“I did not ask why she was struck; I asked who struck her.”
“It matters not.”
“It does to me.”
Kilkern ignored him and walked away, his men waiting as their lord walked to his horse and mounted safely.
“She is a worthless woman, too frail to work the fields and too skinny to be appealing to a man.”
Magnus’s fists were fast and furious, and before anyone realized what had happened, three of Kil-kern’s men lay sprawled out on the ground.
Magnus stepped over the fallen men and walked up to Kilkern. “Never touch what is mine.” He turned his back on Kilkern and walked up to Thomas. “Make certain they are escorted off Dunhurnal land.”
Thomas grinned. “With pleasure.”
Magnus watched with his arms crossed over his chest as Kilkern’s men gathered their wits, mounted their horses, and were led from Dunhurnal land by a large escort of the Legend’s warriors.
When they were no longer in sight, Magnus addressed his new tenants as a fine mist of rain began to fall. “You are free of Kilkern. I will be fair in my dealings and I expect the same from you. There is much work to be done here, and I expect all of you to do your share. Now go and enjoy your new homes, and join me and mine this evening in the great hall as we celebrate our good fortune.”
Cheers rang out, laughter was plentiful, tears of joy were shed, and everyone hurried out of the rain after paying thanks with bowed heads and smiles to their new lord. They were no longer fearful, for they had seen for themselves his strength and courage and how he protected one of his.
“Reena.”
The summons was distinct, and Reena was not certain who she preferred not to face—her parents, who were ready to fuss over her, Brigid, who looked concerned, or Magnus, whose anger was obvious in his glistening dark eyes.
Horace seemed as undecided as she, though when Reena approached Magnus, the little pup hastily jumped out of her arms and made his way to Brigid to huddle at her feet.