There Your Heart Will Be Also by Felicia Rogers Read Free Book Online

ye.”
    â€œI find it hard to believe you would do either of those things.”
    Cedric ’s eyebrow rose and Sarra realized her forwardness. What was it about this man that made her tongue flap with every thought which enter ed her mind?
    â€œI don’t believe I understand ye , lass.”
    Wiggling with discomfort, she said, “I mean, I can’t see you retreating from a foe, neither can I see a man of your stature being afraid of much.”
    â€œAye, ye are right . I retreat from very few things. But I might run if I was scared.”
    â€œNow what could possibly scare someone like you?”
    â€œ Someone l ike me?” He pointed a finger at his massive chest.
    â€œAye. A man who carries a six-foot sword on his back like it’s a dagger. A man with legs so big they look like they could squeeze someone in two. What could possible scare you enough to send you away? And p lease d o not patronize me. It will do you no good. Be cause I won’t believe you.”
    â€œYe w on’t? Only met me twice and already can’t trust me. D oesn’t show much for me character. But just so ye will believe me , I’ll tell ye what I fear.”
    â€œWhat is that?”
    â€œI fear heads that float in a garderobe.”
    A shiver ran along Sarra’s spine . Her breath came in short gasps. Cedric leaned over and slapped her on the back.
    â€œAre ye all right , lass?”
    â€œI’ll be fine,” Sarra stuttered. “I need to go inside now. It was nice to see you again.”
    â€œAye. Ye as well.”
    Sarra headed back to the keep , thinking she heard a soft snicker come from Cedric’s direction .

Chapter Seven

    Sarra went back to the keep. Inside the study she found a chair and sat down . H er fingers were tapping out a rhythm upon the arm when Charism came in.
    â€œYe sent for me?”
    â€œAye, I did,” a sigh escaped, as Sarra spoke, “Charism , something is wrong. ”
    Charism sat. “Aye?”
    Sarra shared what Cedric had told her in the lists , expressing her concerns aloud. “ How could this stranger possibly have known about the head?”
    â€œMayhap he doesn’t know. He might have heard about it somewhere and thought the sight of such would scare him , ” said Charism.
    â€œNo, I tell you . H e knows something.”
    â€œDoes it matter if he does? From what you’ve said , the young man is a commoner who has come to the keep. Do ye know why he is here?”
    â€œNay.”
    â€œDid ye ask him?”
    â€œ Of course not. What possible reason would I have to ask him such questions?”
    â€œYe are the mistress. Ye have a right to know who is in yer keep and for what purpose.”
    â€œAye. That’s true. But he doesn’t know I’m…”
    â€œYe didn’t tell him? Why not? Who does he think ye are?”
    â€œAll he k nows is my name is Sarra.”
    â€œI see.”
    â€œWhat am I going to do?”
    â€œIgnore it.”
    â€œBut—“
    â€œTell Sir Henry to have him watched or t ell the man the truth. There is nothin ’ else ye can do , ” stated Charism matter-of-factly .
    â€œBut what if— ”
    â€œSarra, ye have to give up and let God help ye. I know ye don’t like the idea of H is L ordship the King choosing ye a husband , but what if God picked ye a man ? Would ye be willing to accept H is choice?”
    â€œWhat are you saying?”
    â€œI’m sayin’ ye do what ye need to do. But remember honest y is always the best way to go. Tell this man who ye are and maybe he’ll tell ye who he is.”
    The rest of the day, Sarra thought on Charism’s words. The elderly woman was full of wisdom. And almost always right. Sarra needed to pray, pick a course of action, and carry it out.
    Walking through the village, Sarra felt a renewing of purpose. Her plan was to find Cedric MacNeil and discover exactly why he was in