to ride on when a faint, mewling sound caught his attention.
The Princess gripped his arm. ‘Did you hear that?’
‘Sounds like a cat,’ he said.
The Princess gripped his arm. ‘That is no cat.’ Her voice held a note of urgency. ‘It’s a baby. My lord, a baby is in distress, we must stop.’
Inigo looked at the Princess and back at the hut. It really was too close to the highway. ‘My lady, we can’t stop here.’
‘Yes, we can.’
Before Inigo realised what she was about, the Princess leaned back full against him, slipped lithely to the ground and hurried into the hut.
Exchanging a disbelieving glance with Guillen, Inigo handed him his reins. ‘Wait here, lad.’ He dismounted, jarring his injured leg as his boots hit the ground.
What the devil did she think she was doing, walking boldly into a shepherd’s hut dressed like a concubine from a harem? If anyone saw her, the entire area would be awash with rumour, and the world would quickly work out that one of Sultan Tariq’s runaway Princesses had come this way.
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