"Were you looking for this?" Douglas did not look even slightly abashed when he rode into camp an hour after the Norse withdrew. He had somebody tied face-down over the back of his horse. Lynette reined in behind him, unsmiling as always, and much more dishevelled than usual.
"What happened to you?" Aharn had his hand on the hilt of his sword. He gestured to two of his guards to take Douglas"s prisoner. "Where were you when we needed you?"
Douglas shrugged. "We got trapped behind the Norse lines and had to wait until the fire and fury died down."
"It"s Loarn, my lord!" The older of the guards stared at the bloodied prisoner. "Shall I free him?"
"If you do, you would be freeing a traitor," Douglas said. "We found this prince of yours talking with those Norse fellows." He jerked a thumb
