““Perhaps it was Lord Darion," Rolfe said at last, and Emma sagged with relief. "Lord Darion?" Blake stared at him in confusion. "I have not heard of him. Does he have a keep around here?" Emma glanced over her shoulder to see her cousin shake his head. There was a sparkle of mischief in his eyes as he met hers. "Nay.Darion is a spirit of the woods.And a defender of the weak. He has been known to protect unwary travelers who are set upon...always with a bow and arrow." "Have you seen this Darion?" "Oh,aye.Lord Darion saved my life a time or two.The first time I was a mere boy.””
