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this then Katelynn's father would know he was worthy to ask for Katelynn to be his wife. For he
had loved Katelynn since they were children. Even though he had never let her know his true
As the festivities begun Bryon began to realize that the people of Glen Roy was a lot
different than where he called home. Their customs of celebrating this night for one, but
everything was so magical. The storytelling, the songs, the dancing and feasting. He had never
seen anything like it before. They celebrated in his lands this day also but not the same as these
people of the Northern Lands. It was as if they were part of the magic all around them.
He had heard tell of the people in these lands. That they were born with the magic in them
and as he watched he began to wonder if the beautiful daughter of his host had put some magic
to use for herself, for he could not quit looking at her and when she danced he felt a stir in his
loins again. Katelynn saw he was watching her and began to make her movements more
elaborate. She found herself trying to entice the young man to watch her. But they were not the
only ones who noticed the way they were looking at each other. Eric noticed as well and he
became very enraged.
“How dare this stranger come among them and try to steal the heart of his love,” Eric
thought. As Eric watched he knew he would have to fight for Katelynn's love.
The festivities went on till very late. With the children tucked away in bed. And the elders
of the village all slowly making there way as well, the younger ones stayed a little while longer
to listen to Bryon tell of his homeland and how things are there. To Katelynn it sounded all so
beautiful. The women of the courts in their finery and jewels. She could not even imagine what a
silk dress was. But she knew it must be beautiful from the way Bryon's eyes lit up when he spoke
of them.
That night as Katelynn lay awake on her cot she kept thinking of Bryon. She could not close
her eyes without seeing his handsome face and his deep blue eyes. As she drifted off to sleep she
was thinking of all the things he had spoke of. And she dreamed of them. But her dreams were
not of all the beautiful things he spoke of there was something clouding them. She saw the evil
Lord Drasken overlooking her people’s lands, with lust in his eyes. Why was he here she
thought. We have nothing that he wants. But if she had known what she had seen in her dreams
was of things to come. She would have spoken to her father of them.
Katelynn was not the only one who was having a hard time going to sleep that night. Eric
was lying on his cot trying to think of a way to keep Katelynn and Bryon from seeing too much
of each other before it could be arranged for them to leave. But Eric knew that would be
impossible. It was a small village and there were a lot of preparations to do before they could
embark upon their journey. It was a four-day journey to the highlands where the thistle mint
grew if weather permitted. They would be able to ride most of the way. But the last part of the
journey they would have to walk the horses. Eric now wished he had not said he would guide the
stranger to the Highlands. But he had and now he must find a way to keep Bryon from wanting
to come back here after he had saved his homeland.