“What are you doing?” Keeley asked him. “My horse and Sir Gemma’s horses.” “Sir Gemma can take one horse.” She looked at the three who were currently making her life difficult. “Do any of you understand what we’re doing here? We’re not going into battle,” she snapped at Samuel. “And you’re not making a moral statement,” she informed the siblings. “So cut the shit!” “Gods bless all of you!” Gemma happily announced from the courtyard steps, and it took all of Keeley’s strength not to fling a sword at her. Just on principle.
