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I covered my mouth with my hand, and Graham started back. Even Chamberlain stepped up to Laird Tristan and shook his head.
“But my laird-” Tristan held up his hand.
“I will hear no more of these doubts. Bring me my father’s armor and ready my horse. We must ride out to meet these invaders before they reach the village,” Tristan commanded him.
“As you wish, my laird,” Chamberlain reluctantly agreed. He left to prepare the horse and armor.
Graham remained, and he gestured to me with one of his chubby hands. “My laird, surely you jest. A field of battle is no place for your betrothed.”
“Would you rather go in her place, Laird Graham?” Tristan threatened him.
Graham stiffened and blustered. “I-I would, my laird, but I am very old and have my daughter to think about.”
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