The six men who had followed Sir Broll cowered as they looked at the bloody sword in Ashlynn's hands.
They thought, when they set out in the morning, that they were hunting a fugitive kitchen girl. A dangerous girl who had killed Sir Kaefin for assaulting her to be sure, but only dangerous because she'd encountered Sir Kaefin when he was defenseless.
Now, looking at her standing over the rapidly cooling body of Sir Broll, the knight who had always seemed invincible and invulnerable when he protected Lord Owain, they didn't know what to think or feel.
She was the Lady Ashlynn Blackwell, or at least she claimed to be. The most religious among them believed that she was. She'd invoked a trial by combat and killed Sir Broll in the name of the Holy Lord of Light. That should make her a blessed woman, chosen by the Holy Lord of Light to claim justice against a man who wronged her.
