I looked up at the beautiful young ghost staying near to my husband, keeping him fighting to stay awake and alive. She irritated me out of all measure. Perhaps there was something wrong with me. The spell so hastily performed, I had not brought myself back as I truly was.
No, I decided on the crest of another wave of annoyance. That ghost was the impostor. Even when I was as young as she appeared I had not been so blithely devoted only to my husband's emotional needs. If she were truly me, she'd be doing something to find the poisoner before he struck again. If she was even aware of the danger she didn't show it, all soft smiles.
The guards Hrothgar had sent arrived at last, Bleddyn leading the way. The three of them lifted the now-still horse long enough for Osgar to pull himself clear.
