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in them stealing his breath. However suspicious he was of her, she struggled with whatever conflict she dealt with.
    “My lady,” Trálin said, his voice softening. “I do not mean you, nor your men, any harm. Neither do I know, or am I in league with, the English knights.”
    The man she called Atair grunted.
    Trálin ignored him. “My lady, are you sure the men you seek are English knights?”
    A light breeze kicked up, tossed her blond hair against her cheek. “Aye.”
    Why would the English be this far north? King Alexander had received nay writ from King Henry of his intent to send his men into Scotland. As the Scottish king’s personal guard, his sovereign would have informed him of news of such import. Unease swamped Trálin like a cesspit. Unless King Henry was involved with whoever had abducted the royal couple and sought to increase his power. Bloody hell. With each thought, he found naught but more questions.
    Catarine rubbed her arm. “Why do you ask?”
    Trálin grimaced as he shifted the weight off of his injured leg. “There is no reason for English knights to be on Scottish soil.”
    “We had hoped to follow them to discover who had sent them,” she explained.
    “For what purpose?” Trálin asked.
    She paused. “They will lead us to whoever sent them to murder my uncle.”
    “I am sorry, lass,” Trálin said, too aware of the difficult emotions one struggled with after the loss of one you loved.
    “My thanks,” she replied. “We caught sight of them as they were leaving and have trailed them to the stone circle. Now, we canna find any trace of them.”
    “Lady Catarine,” the knight with the black hair said. “I ask that you use caution in what you share.”
    Trálin held the man’s gaze, far from intimidated by the fierce glare. The warrior she’d called Atair didna like him, which was fine with him. “My lady, what was your uncle doing to raise ire so that the English knights would be sent into Scotland with lethal intent?”
    She hesitated.
    The lass held secrets. Nor would a lone man against her and her warriors find out.
    After a long moment, she nodded. “I do nae know who sent them or their reason for taking his life, but I must discover both.”
    As much as he wanted to ask more, with each question she gave him little in reply. For now she’d tell him little more about her uncle’s murder or her. Regardless, he found her words sincere.
    “Are you sure the men you chase are English?” Trálin asked.
    “Aye,” she replied. “One of my guards caught a glimpse of the men as they were escaping.”
    Trálin mulled over the information. “Do you believe the knights were sent by King Henry?”
    She shrugged. “I am unsure.”
    “My lady,” Trálin said. “If I am to help you—”
    “My lord, you would help us?” she asked.
    He needed to discover if a connection existed between King Henry, her uncle’s murder, and King Alexander’s abduction. God in heaven, all thoughts pointed to the English king preparing to make a bid to lay siege and claim Scotland. Except, that made little sense. King Henry was a man of peace. But then, many a man was lured by the temptation of power.
    “Aye, I will help you,” Lord Grey replied, “But first you will help to free my king.”
    Atair grunted. “We do nae need delays.”
    “’Twould be but days.” Alone he could nae challenge the abductors and free his king.
    “Why would you want us to help you first?” Catarine asked.
    “Blast it,” Atair said. “You are nae considering his request?”
    Shrewd eyes studied Trálin. “Atair, I want to hear him out.”
    Her lead warrior’s mouth tightened. “If we help Lord Grey, by the time we return, any trace of the English knights’ trail would be long past.”
    “And what have you found now?” Trálin asked, tired of his suspicion.
    “Naught,” Catarine replied, “but how could you help us days from now if we have nay trail?”
    Trálin glanced toward the stone circle where her