“You might have been better to let him take me.”
“I might,” I agreed. “But you would not have liked that.”
“And what is my liking or disliking to you?” Her anger was back, rising as hot as a fire, and as quick.
I said nothing, for I had nothing to say. The claymore was suddenly clumsy in my hand and I wondered if I had made the right choice. I could not admit that I was very afraid, for facing Percy's men in open combat was one thing but fighting a veteran gallowglass one-to-one was entirely different.
“Do not expect me to watch,” Seonaid said quickly, “and do not expect me to thank you if you should win, or mourn if you lose. The world may be best served without that arrogant border head of yours.”
I did not sleep much that night in the stone chamber I shared with Seonaid. Even altho
