The Briton and the Dane The Complete Trilogy by Mary Ann Bernal

The Briton and the Dane (The Special Edition)

The gentle northeast wind moved the clouds across the sky; the crystal grains of sand sparkled in the moonlight. Gwyneth heard his labored breathing as he walked towards her; she did not see a shadow but saw instead a man who was of average height and weight.

“He is wounded,” Gwyneth thought. “He is favoring his left side.”

He was close enough to touch when he stumbled and fell to his knees. Gwyneth noticed the arrow in his shoulder as she rushed to his aid; she could only surmise that the shaft had split when he tried to remove the tip.

Gwyneth did not care whether he was Saxon or Dane since she was overcome with compassion as she sought to help the injured stranger.

The Briton and the Dane: Birthright

It did not take long for David and his men to reach the market town; the soldiers searched the individual dwellings while David spoke with the local merchants. As dusk became night, the men continued their search but were unable to discover Inga and the children’s whereabouts.

Brother Aidan and Helga watched from the gatehouse as David and his men galloped towards the main gate.

“David!” Helga yelled as she frantically hurried to meet her husband. “I am fearful.”

“There is mischief,” David told her.

“What do you mean?” Helga asked between sobs.

“Dalla and Loki are not known,” David whispered. “Our children have been taken.”

The Briton and the Dane: Legacy

The religious community watched in horror as Brother Martel was taken to the healer’s dwelling; holy men and women stood vigil outside the sickrooms as they awaited the fate of the warrior monk.

“Is he mortally wounded?” One of the women asked Brother Gervase as he ran into the room.

“His life is in the Lord’s hands,” Brother Gervase told her as he ushered the curious from his quarters and firmly shut the door.