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They were a nasty bunch, Edric's soldiers: grimy, bitter and strangely smelly for a gaggle of dead men. Yet, William did not think he had ever seen any group of males put away their weapons of war so quickly as did these men when Bodicea and the Faeries appeared at the edge of the trees.
Looking at the ladies, William's stomach knotted, but not with the fear so plainly to be found on the faces of Edric's men. No, William was not frightened of these lovely, fragile creatures. These ravishing woodland beauties. Quite the opposite. In fact he wished Byron were here to give voice to the poetic undulations that entered William's head, unbidden. And given his usual impatience with Byron's musings, that was saying quite a lot. William was so overwhelmed by their combined beauty that he could not decide which of the Faerie maids he ought to fixate his desires upon.
The men quickly cleared a path for the ladies. Bodicea rapped her spear on the hard packed Earth and motioned for the Faerie women to follow her to the carriage.
