The first thing Arabella realized was that she was uncomfortable. The reason for her discomfort was that she was over someones' shoulder, not only was she over someones' shoulder but she was tied up in the rope that was a gift from her great-grandfather. “The knots will not come undone but by the will of the one who knotted it.” His wise, kind voice echoed in her mind. Up to this point of her adventures this had never been a problem. Any of her companions could and had used the rope for the various difficulties that they had encountered and by the goddess had overcome. But those now seemed to be small, for she always had her traveling companions, friends true to her and her quest to return to the goddess what had been stolen from her. The white knight, the merry thief, the priest of the fallen god and the ranger. 'How could I have been kidnapped? Without any of them discovering this?' she questioned. 'Cain should have seen, he must be following!' Arabella felt certain that any moment the dark ranger would fire three arrows into the heart of her captor, felling him and then they would be back at the castle before the next big battle on the marrow. Arabella could smell Cain all round her. 'He must be about to strike.' She tried to focus on the man, the fool, who had the arrogance to steal her from her castle, her friends and more importantly her thorny lover.
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