SEVENTEEN
She was a lady. A court lady, no less. So far out of his reach she might as well be a princess, George fumed as he marched down the road. A lady with a fairy godmother, even. He should have guessed from the cut of her clothes when they first met. But he'd been so mesmerised by the thought of a woman warrior, a girl with the courage he lacked, he hadn't noticed...
She'd dealt the death blow to that boar, and no mistake. She hadn't hesitated at all – one stroke, one shot, and the deed was done. For all his fumblings with the other spears, she'd made him look like a callow boy. She'd hunted with royalty – that pig couldn't have been her first kill.
He was so stupid!
What he should be thinking about was how to find firewood in a forest. Oh, sure, there was wood aplenty, but it w
