CHAPTER 75

Keeley smiled brightly. “ ’Tis no need. There is nothing to discuss. I hear the king arrives in two days’ time. Congratulations on your marriage. I’m sure you must be breathless with excitement.”

She turned and hurried down the hall, Rachael’s troubled gaze following her the entire way.

Alan swung his sword in a wide arc and sent his opponent’s shield flying through the air. ’Twas the fourth man he’d dispatched in as many minutes, and he whirled, looking for his next adversary.

His men stood at a wary distance, none stepping up to challenge.

Then Caleb stepped in front of him, flipping his sword in a casual manner that was blatantly mocking—and challenging.

“You’re spoiling for a fight, brother. ’Tis the truth so I’m more than willing to oblige you.”

Alan scowled. “I’m in no mood for your baiting.”

Caleb lifted an eyebrow. “Baiting? We both want the same thing. Quit wasting time and raise your sword.”

Without pausing to wonder why Caleb was spoiling for a fight, Alan lunged and swung