Bodicea in combat with two of the ghostly soldiers. The once Queen parried a sword attack with her spear and let out a long, ululating war cry that woke Tamara further from the trance she had been in.
The grip on her arm grew painful and the handsome horseman tried to haul her up behind him. Tamara glared at him.
"Unhand me, sir," she commanded.
His eyes grew sad and for a moment she felt herself falling under the mesmerist's sway once more. When Bodicea had so abruptly appeared she had warned that Wild Edric was riding this way. Tamara realized now that this must be Edric himself, though his name was unfamiliar to her.
"I wish only to serve you, lady," he said.
But his spell upon her, the glamour he had used, had lost its power. She could hear Bodicea shouting and the clashing of weapons and so she only met his gaze with her own. "As far as it pleases you, that may be true," she allowed. "Now release me."
