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      “Is this true? Are you Mistress Cicely Milburn?”

      Cicely felt a peculiar calmness come over her, and she removed her hat and allowed her braids to ripple down over her shoulders. “Aye, it is true, Your Majesty. I am she.”

      The Queen seemed lost for further words, but then appeared to pull herself together and scowled at Cicely. “It is not seemly that you should be dressed in such a fashion and share Lord Mackillin’s bedchamber. It is against holy writ. You will need to be imprisoned and brought before the justice.”

      “No! This would be wrong, Your Majesty.” Mackillin started forward.

      “You dare to speak to me in such a tone?” said the Queen, looking furious. “I am the Queen of England.”

      “And I am a Scotsman, who has answered my own king’s order to come to your husband’s aid.” Mackillin bowed before her. “Forgive my hot-headedness, but Mistress Cicely is a loyal servant of both Your Majesties, as was her father. I speak the truth to you now. Her father gave her to me to be my wife. We are betrothed.”

      Cicely drew in her breath with a hiss. Did he realize what he was saying?

      Tamed by the Barbarian

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      JUNE FRANCIS’s

      interest in old wives’ tales and folk customs led her into a writing career. History has always fascinated her, and her first five novels were set in medieval times. She has also written fourteen sagas based in Liverpool and Chester. Married with three grown-up sons, she lives on Merseyside. On a clear day she can see the sea and the distant Welsh hills from her house. She enjoys swimming, fell walking, music, lunching with friends and smoochie dancing with her husband. More information about June can be found at her Web site: www.junefrancis.co.uk.

      Tamed by the Barbarian

      JUNE FRANCIS

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      To my dearest John, who is always there for me.

       He never refuses to help me with my research,

       be it traveling an ancient byway or to an abbey

       in the depths of Yorkshire or abroad or closer to home.

       A true romantic, he relishes my historical romances

       with their swashbuckling heroes and feisty heroines,

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      Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter One

      January 1461

      Cicely Milburn’s brow furrowed as she stared at the bloodied abrasions on the horse’s flank. Whose mount was it? She placed gentle fingers on its neck and the gelding quivered beneath her touch. Yet when she held out a wrinkled apple on the palm of her hand, it lipped the fruit and took it into its mouth. She smiled and moved away to her own palfrey in the neighbouring stall.

      Noticing two dried-up burrs picked up on the return journey from her father’s steward’s house, she removed them. She was worried about her fifteen-year-old brothers and wished Matt had not had to make the journey to Kingston-on-Hull, to enquire of his twin, Jack, and their widower father. He had taken most of the male servants with them, concerned about the rumours of a great host of Lancastrians in the vicinity of the Duke of York’s castle of Sandal a week or so ago. If there had been a battle, then, in the aftermath, one could expect to encounter wandering soldiers on the rampage. She wished her stepbrother, Diccon, was here to share the burden of worry with her, but she had not seen him for the last six months and she feared for his safety. She fingered the dagger that hung from her girdle, then glanced round apprehensively as she heard the sound of approaching footsteps.

      Anger surged in her veins at the sight of the man standing there. ‘Master Husthwaite! What are you doing here? How could you use this poor horse so cruelly?’ she demanded.

      ‘So there you are, Mistress Cicely. I’ve been looking for you.’

      The mousy, lank-haired man ran chilling silver-grey eyes over her in a manner that caused her gloved hands to clench.

      ‘For what purpose?’ she asked coldly.

      Master

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