CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Will marched forward with the others of Lord Cranston’s company, feeling the same sick feeling of dread that always came before a fight. His sword was in his hand, ready to take on the enemy. He heard Kate calling for oil and tinder, didn’t understand for a moment what she meant to do.
It was only when she started to run forward with the others that he understood.
“We can’t let her do this, my lord,” he said to Lord Cranston. He didn’t even try to pretend that it was only the concern of one soldier for another member of their company, or for the person they were sworn to serve.
“And how would you stop her, Will?” their commander asked.
Will hated it, but he knew Lord Cranston had a point. Kate was already too far away to stop, and even if he could reach her, what could
