A Mercenary s TaleChapter 11
It was a nervous group that greeted them. Isabella screamed when she set eyes on Donald. She ran over to him, and threw her arms around him. “Oh, god, your not hurt bad are you?” she wailed, tears running down her face. “No, my mail saved me. There were only four of them. One of them was quite good, actually. I have his sword and dagger here,” he said. He turned to the priest. “I’d like the man to have a proper burial. He was a true warrior.” “What was his name?” “Don’t know, don’t want...