Hugo's declaration sent ripples of shock through the soldiers sitting on the rough hewn logs and even Sir Rain sat up straight, pushing himself off the side of the wagon and staring intently at the grizzled hunter named Eamon.
The portly knight prodded his tired mind, trying to think if he had ever seen the man when Owain visited Aleese Barony but in truth, he rarely paid much attention to the faces of servants unless they were charming lasses or skilled swordsmen. No matter how much he looked at the veteran hunter, he couldn't recall ever having seen him but that didn't mean that the accusation was false.
"My lady, I," Eamon said, turning to look at Ashlynn with helpless eyes. "I don't know what I should say," he said as all of the attention that had been focused on Darragh seemed to have suddenly landed on him as well.
