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“I’m still here, and within days of your call, we can all be here, Laird. You’re not losing us and it’s not the end.”
He nodded. “Aye but it is. Let us go and swear-in the new guard. I want to get it over with.”
They rode toward the keep and James kept silent. Each of his fellow-guardsman knew this day would come and finally it arrived—the day they would all go their separate ways.
Poor Jo
“Where is the ceremony taking place?” James walked next to Sean, who appeared well rested. His bairn must have settled into a better sleeping pattern. “How is wee James?”
Grey answered his initial question. “We’ll do it in the cottage Bree and I use. I want no one witnessing it save for the new guard, and there’s too many people in the hall, what with all our guests.”
Sean laughed. “Aye, but ye just want to be away from Alexander. And James, my lad is doing much better. Seems he didn’t take to Frances’ milk and we’ve had to resort to other means to feed him. But he’s well and growing.”
Grey grumbled under his breath. “I vow if Alexander speaks of any ill-deeds to send us on, I’ll take back my fealty and oaths.”
They all shared a laugh at that. The six guardsmen stood outside the cottage and waited for them. James selected a good bunch of men, guards who he knew would be just as zealous of their position as he and his comrades had been. Not only that, but they were the best at arms and were of renowned intelligence.
“Come, let us all inside and begin.”
Once inside, the six guardsmen stood in a semi-circle. Grey stood in front of them and he, Duff, Ke
“Declan, Gavin, Ian, Robert, Sawny, Nevin. Do you swear upon your life to uphold the sacred morals of the laird’s guard?”
They declared “aye” and knelt when Grey bid them to.
“Do you vow with all that you are to always defend women, speak the truth, be loyal to and protect your laird and his family, be charitable and defend the poor, be brave, be on time for duty, uphold virtues of compassion, loyalty, generosity and truthfulness?”
The guardsmen shouted an “aye” and Duff stepped forward holding the special swords that had been made for each of them. Norman, their smith, only used a special process when erecting the guardsman swords and only those elected into their group had such a sword.
Duff handed Grey the first one and his laird touched the shoulders of the first in line, Declan. “I dub thee a Gu
With shouts the men vacated the cottage and James gri
“Let us on to your wedding, James.”
“Aye,” Colm said, jesting, “Do ye deem Father Geoffrey will insist on joining you in your bedchamber to bless the union?”
“To hell with that,” James said.
Sean bellowed. “Mayhap Alexander will insist on being present so he can send a missive to Marshall that indeed she is no longer available.”
James shoved Sean’s chest. “Do not jest about that, Sean.”
Ke
They each slapped his back as he walked past them to leave the cottage. James kept his face devoid of the grin that he suppressed, for he’d dreamed of nothing but this day for a long time and finally his wish came true. This day, he would wed the warrior he fell in love with.
*Author’s Note*
As much as I would have liked to make the younger William Marshall more villainous than he appeared, I just couldn’t do it. His father, the elder, was renowned for his gallantry and is reputed to be the greatest knight that ever lived. I would expect some of his father’s chivalry rubbed off on the younger, and he would have been somewhat gentle when it came to dealing with Emlyn.
Indeed, there is a dog and an owl in Wales that have befriended each other. I thought they’d make perfect pets for our warrior princess. You can find out more about them at:
http://www.today.com/pets/magical-mates-owl-hitches-ride-dogs-back-739540
I have found Wales to be fascinating and magical in my research. I hope to one day explore its realms and see the awe-inspiring places that have enriched the folklore of that land. Additionally, Llywelyn, is said to be the last great chieftain to rule Wales. David, the chieftain’s son, was unable to keep Wales from the powerful English army and was executed for treason in 1283 by Edward I of England.
Happy historical reading.
Fondly,
Kara Griffin
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