Highland of Scotland, 1342
“He never liked lasses, probably never will.”
The words were stuck in Kenna’s head as she tried to focus on each sword swing Allan delivered. Her body continued to reverberate as she deflected blow after blow meant to teach her.
The strength she felt coming at her in each of Allan’s swings was
overwhelming, but if she were to continue in her guise as a lad she would have
to summon the power to deflect them.
The training sessions were always hard, and each day, as her strength and
skills improved so did the force Allan sent her way.
“He truly doesna like lasses, Allan?” She asked again. Wondering how a man
like him could have no use for women. The man fair exuded raw power, and his
passion for life shown through every time he spoke to the squires.
“He likes lasses, just has no use for them.”
Her eyes squinted, shielding them from the sun, as she looked toward
Allan, knowing that once again she was annoying him.
She watched as he rolled his eyes and gave her the same response he had
before. “He likes lasses, Kenna, he just doesna have any interest in marrying one. Lasses are good for only one thing as
far as Padruig is concerned, and ye ken well what that
is.”
So I’ve been told.
“That is truly what Padruig believes? He
thinks we are of no value? Ye as well, Allan?”
“He never liked lasses, probably never will.”
The words were stuck in Kenna’s head as she tried to focus on each sword swing Allan delivered. Her body continued to reverberate as she deflected blow after blow meant to teach her.
The strength she felt coming at her in each of Allan’s swings was
overwhelming, but if she were to continue in her guise as a lad she would have
to summon the power to deflect them.
The training sessions were always hard, and each day, as her strength and
skills improved so did the force Allan sent her way.
“He truly doesna like lasses, Allan?” She asked again. Wondering how a man
like him could have no use for women. The man fair exuded raw power, and his
passion for life shown through every time he spoke to the squires.
“He likes lasses, just has no use for them.”
Her eyes squinted, shielding them from the sun, as she looked toward
Allan, knowing that once again she was annoying him.
She watched as he rolled his eyes and gave her the same response he had
before. “He likes lasses, Kenna, he just doesna have any interest in marrying one. Lasses are good for only one thing as
far as Padruig is concerned, and ye ken well what that
is.”
So I’ve been told.
“That is truly what Padruig believes? He
thinks we are of no value? Ye as well, Allan?”