Lord Of Lyonsbridge. Ana Seymour

were well behind,” Ellen said in disbelief.

      “Nay. I was but pacing.”

      She shook her head. “’Twas not a distance to be paced. Jocelyn rode full out the entire way.”

      “That was your mistake. A slower middle makes for a lightning-fast ending.”

      His tone was not mocking, which helped her pride. Grudgingly, she said, “’Twas lightning fast, in truth. I’ve never seen such speed.”

      Connor allowed himself a small smile. “Thunder’s a good mount.”

      “I’d like to ride him sometime.”

      Connor nodded. “I’d not trust him with many, but your ladyship rides well.”

      She sensed that the compliment was genuine, and one that he gave rarely. It pleased her immensely.

      He walked a couple steps, leading both horses into the shade of the oak grove. “Would my lady dismount a few moments so they can rest?” he asked.

      “Aye.” She swung her leg over her mount’s back in a most unladylike fashion and twisted around to slide to the ground. Connor watched her, an odd expression on his face.

      “You move like a nimble young lad,” he said after a moment.