"Sir Ollie," Morwen said gently as she stepped toward the blood-soaked knight.
Sir Franc had fallen just five paces away from her. Ollie was another ten paces away, not far at all, but it felt like a league as she crossed the polished flagstone floor to reach out to the man who had saved her life.
"Morwen, wait," Cadeyrn said, reaching out to catch her arm as she passed by him. Liam Dunn, however, caught his arm before he could touch his sister. Liam gently shook his head at the young squire and then nodded in the direction of Lady Ashlynn and Master Isabell.
"If they're worried, be worried," Liam said softly.
"But he, he just," Cadeyrn stammered, unable to take his eyes off the man who had just hurled a knife hard enough to cleave through three layers of armor and sever another man's spine. "He's a butcher…" Cadeyrn said softly.
