Читать книгу The Knight's Bride - Lyn Stone - Страница 3
Оглавление“He has commanded us to wed this day!
“He demands that I marry a—”
“A what?”
“A Highland savage,” she retorted, shaking a finger under his nose. “Mais oui, I can tell by your speech that is what you are, despite that fine mail you wear! And ignorant, as well, by your own admission!”
“Unlettered, Lady. ’Tis not the same as ignorant. And devil take ye with all yer plaguey French airs! Ye’re still a Scot yourself!”
“Praise God, only half!” she shouted.
“Then I wish to God ’twas the upper half with the mouth!”
She gaped. “Why would my late husband do this to me?” she demanded.
“Well, how d’ye think I feel?” Alan countered. “Trapped, is what! Bound by a stout chain of friendship reaching inta the very grave. I’d as lief fall on my dirk as surrender my freedom, but my word’s my word, by God!”
