““He could not be absolutely certain she would not get away-again. In the dark of night, haunted by such grim thoughts, Dragon found consolation. He had a fleet of ships at the ready. Before his willing Saxon bride could don boy's garb, run off a cliff, or plunge into a river, he would have her safely aboard and at sea. Damned if he wouldn't. He felt better after that and even dozed a little but was up and dressed before dawn's gray fingers peeled night away.””
