Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 97127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Decimus’s men did not rush and took care when placing their lord’s body in the wagon. They backed away reluctantly, fear of the Legend making them less inclined to argue over his burial.
Roarke’s body was added next and laid beside Decimus’s, and Mary was laid on top of Decimus. This had been agreed upon in case he should wake; she could urge him to be silent until all could be explained.
Reena ran to the side of the wagon wailing, and as she took a heavy breath she thought she heard a groan. She grabbed the side of the wagon and wailed like a banshee screaming in the night.
Magnus rushed to her side and she threw herself into his arms and whispered between her sobs, “I think he wakes.”
Magnus signaled Brigid, who rushed to Reena’s side, and when she learned of the problem she joined Reena in wailing as loud as she could.
Thomas hurried to join Magnus on the wagon seat and Magnus’s men mounted their horses, following the wagon that pulled away from the fortress at a steady pace. As much as Magnus wished to rush, he could not. People lined the courtyard, in homage or gratitude that the devil was finally gone, he was not sure. He could not ignore their presence, so the pace was steady but slower than he preferred.
“Keep silent,” Mary urged in Decimus’s ear when she felt him stir. “It is time to trust me.”
He could barely move or see; he only heard his wife’s urgently whispered warning. That she lay on top of him eased his concern, for at least she was with him; otherwise he would not have remained where he was.
The roll and sway beneath him could only mean that he was in a wagon and, wrapped as he was, he could only assume it was a death cart he rode in, which meant Decimus was thought dead along with his wife.
Mary had gotten her way. He was not certain whether to be angry or relieved. But then it mattered not, for the deed was done and could not be revised.
He thought about her words to him. She had not expected him to completely give up his work to help the innocent, she merely wished him to change the way he helped. Was it possible? Could he teach as Mary’s father had taught? He could help many remain free and he would . . .
See his child born.
The thought was a jolt to his heart and he suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of relief and joy. He would have a life with Mary and their child, and more children would now be possible. He would be able to resume use of his name and his bloodline would endure.
He wanted to wrap his arms around his wife and hug her tightly, let her know that her strength and wisdom was much appreciated.
She had courageously set them free.
Decimus listened as Magnus instructed his men to guard the trail and make certain no one followed them. One by one he heard the men ride off. Then after what seemed like an hour of riding along a bumpy road, the wagon drew to a halt.
Mary was lifted off him and he felt another body beside him that was quickly removed. He was lifted out last and unwrapped from the blanket. His wife stood before him, Magnus and Thomas flanking her.
Magnus was the first to speak. “She did this because she loves you.”
Decimus stepped forward and stopped abruptly, catching sight of the blood that soaked her stomach.
She hurried up to him and pressed her hand to his fake heart wound. “Goose blood.”
He grabbed hold of her and hugged her tightly to him. “You took such a chance.”
“I had to,” she said, tears rolling down her cheeks. “I could not live without you. And the seer told me it was time for Decimus to die.”
He looked at her oddly. “The seer?”
“The old woman, in the village you took me to, she was a seer. She told me that Decimus was my destiny and that I would be his demise. I did not understand her words until I discovered that you and the Dark One were one. Then I realized what she meant. With Decimus’s demise, my destiny with you would be secured.”
He cupped her face in his hands. “And you had the courage to meet our destiny. I am proud to call you my wife.”
They kissed and Magnus and Thomas grinned.
Roarke stepped into view. “Almost lost my head because of you.”
The two men grabbed each other in a bear hug.
“You took an extreme chance for me, Roarke.”
“Not only for you, Michael, for me as well. I have grown tired of running and hiding. Now that it is done, thanks to your wife, I am grateful.”
“There will be time for talk between you three later,” Magnus said. “You must hurry and be on your way. Decimus’s men may have attempted to follow. You need to get yourselves as far from here as possible, as fast as possible.”