Warsworn

face was grim. I feared to see them plunge a spear into his chest, but at the last moment they circled him, each taking a point equal distance from the other. One, a warrior-priestess, pulled her horse to a stop at the last moment, right in front of Keir. Keir didn't flinch or step back. The rider's horse reared, flailing its hooves, as the priestess plunged a spear into the ground at Keir's feet.
    "Keir of the Cat." Her voice was shrill and piercing. "The Elders of the Plains summon you to appear before them, to answer for the dishonorable deaths of the warriors entrusted to you." Keir's shoulders shifted slightly, but he made no response.
    The warrior-priest to his right threw his spear, close to
    Keir's feet. "Keir of the Cat. The Elders of the Plains summon you, to answer for the dishonorable deaths of a bonded couple entrusted to you."
    The warrior-priestess behind him threw her spear with a scream. "Keir of the Cat. The Elders summon you, to answer for your failure to provide for the People." Finally, the warrior-priest to his left threw his spear as well. "Keir of the Cat, The Elders summon you to challenge your claim of a warprize."
    The warrior-priestess before him snarled. "The Elders will demand your life, Warlord." With that, she spun her horse on its heels and they galloped away.
    I took a deep breath even as Marcus released my arm. But what broke the silence was the sound of Iften laughing out loud, ringing like a bell. As I looked over, the blond urged his horse to a walk, moving with the warriors of the army. I had to grit my teeth at the look on his face, and that of the warrior-priest at his side. They both rode off toward the head of the army, Iften's chuckles still floating back on the breeze. And the expressions on the warriors as they rode past indicated that there were many that agreed with Iften in this matter as well. Some joined in his laughter, while many seemed to frown and shake their heads. It was a long moment before everyone around us turned back to their tasks. But I noticed that a few were looking at Keir from the corners of their eyes and others were not looking at him at all.
    The tension left my guardians, and Rafe and Prest moved their horses off. Greatheart relaxed and lowered his head, as if to go back to his nap. I looked at Marcus, who spat on the ground, and returned to his task, his expression grim.
    Keir grabbed the spear before him, and with a quick jerk, broke it over his knee. I took Greatheart's reins and tugged, leading him over to where Keir stood. Greatheart shook his head in protest, stretching his neck out as far as he could before he actually picked up his feet to follow me.
    Keir was holding the spear halves, and watching the warrior-priests ride away into the distance. As I came alongside, he growled, and threw the pieces down on the ground. We stood in silence for a bit, then he turned and looked at me intently. 'This will not be easy, Lara. My enemies have been at work, taking advantage of this delay." He gave me a rueful smile. "We stand on the brink of checkmate." He looked off toward where the warrior-priests had disappeared. "You could still return to the safety of Water's Fall." I moved closer to him. Keir turned to look, and I lifted my face and kissed him, leaning into his strength and warmth. I put everything I had into that kiss, using my mouth to reassure him as to my promise. It took a long moment before I felt him relax and bring his arms up to wrap around me.
    His eyes were warm and loving when I pulled away. I smiled, and turned to mount my horse. As I settled in the saddle, Keir took a step closer, and placed his hand on my knee, looking up into my eyes. "One thing I know. I have no regret in claiming you as Warprize." He looked so handsome in the sunlight, his hair gleaming black and teased by the wind. I looked down, arching an eyebrow. "And I have no regret making you claim me." Keir laughed, throwing back his head, and roaring his delight.
    I leaned down to caress his cheek. "No regrets. Whatever comes." Keir nodded. My guards came up with Marcus leading Keir's black. He mounted, and without another word or look, led the way to the Plains.
     

 

     
     

     
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    Warlord
    Excerpt
    I was terrified.
    I shifted my sweaty grip on the handle of my sword, and watched my attacker's eyes. "Watch their eyes," they'd told me. "The