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“Thank you for your generosity,” Enit was saying to Martin as she readied her bag for the journey.
“You are most welcome. And you, Haakon, may we part as friends? I wish no enmity between us.”
Bronwen turned in time to see the Viking walk away from the proffered hand. “I feel no enmity for you, Norman,” Haakon spoke over his shoulder. “I desire no friendship either. Come, women. The sun rises.”
Bronwen set out after the Viking, but she stopped when a familiar deep voice spoke her name.
“Bronwen the Briton,” Jacques said from his horse. “I wish you well in your new life. Please tell your lord I look forward to our meeting.”
Bronwen turned to him, her heart thundering again. “Sir, my husband will welcome neither you nor your lord Henry Plantagenet, I assure you. Nevertheless, I wish you safety and godspeed.”
At this she turned away and rejoined her companions, never looking back.
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