The Pirate Woman by A E Dingle Chapter 2 Page 14

slipping her dagger around nearer her hand. “We must cool that rabble before the fire spreads further. Take a weapon, open the door, and follow me.”

“It is the decision of a fit daughter of my chief,” replied Milo, his great frame expanding to the bounding energy that surged through him. Unknown to her, his eyes had never left Dolores while she was making her decision; now joy and ardor suffused and transfigured him. Slave he was, yet it was he who looked the royal part in that instant.

“Wait but a breath,” he said, and reached in two gigantic strides a massive oaken chest heavily fastened with wrought iron. Lifting the lid with reverence, he took out a plain gold circlet and returned to Dolores.

“Thy father bade me make this and keep it until thou wast my Sultana, indeed,”