Excerpt of The Winds of the Heavens by Anna Markland

The arduous rescue took most of the day. Night fell as
the exhausted men coaxed their weary horses into the
village of Llanfarran.

Rhun turned to Rhydderch. His own fatigue was etched on
his twin’s face. “What a relief! I worried we’d never get
here after pulling them out of the crevice. I can’t wait
to hear the story of how they fell in there in the first
place.”

His brother raked his free hand through his hair. “The
mishap might have ended in both their deaths. As it is,
our brother’s leg is badly broken and our brother-by-
marriage hasn’t wakened from his stupor.”

One of Rhun’s bowmen, part of the infantry escort,
glanced up at his lord. “Good thing the ledge broke their
fall, yr Arglwydd. The conveyance of tree limbs lashed
together to hoist the Earl up was what saved him.”

“The contraption was Arglwydd Rhydderch’s idea, Dylan.”

Rhydderch smiled wearily. “Maybe, Rhun, but your strong
arms got Rhys out.”

Rhys was tall and well-muscled, the gorge steep and
narrow. It had taken every ounce of strength and
endurance Rhun possessed to haul his helpless brother to
safety on his back. The rope binding Rhys to him had cut
deep into his skin, and the burns on his hands stung like
the devil. Every muscle in his body ached. But they had
saved two lives precious to their family. The thought of
telling his dear sister, Carys, that her husband, Baudoin
was dead could not be borne.
Dylan shook his head. “It was a disastrous end to an
expedition cursed from the start.”

Rhun had to agree. The venture to gather information for
road improvements in Wales had encountered a discouraging
number of catastrophes, including the loss of several
horses and the deaths of too many good men. Resumption
would have to wait until next spring.

A rider had been sent ahead to warn of their urgent need
for a bonesetter. Rhys could not travel far with his
mangled leg. Curious villagers recognized and welcomed
them warmly as the famous Welsh rebel patriots they were.

Rhydderch shrugged and a wry smile curved his mouth.
“This cursed hair gives us away!”

Rhun shared the humor. “How many other redheaded twin
warriors do you know?”

Men-at-arms had borne Baudoin’s bier on their shoulders.
Rhys had been tied behind Rhun. Rhydderch rode at their
side, his hand planted on Rhys’s back.

They reined to a halt and Rhydderch jumped from his horse
to assist in supporting their injured brother. “It’s
fortunate you gave Rhys one of mother’s potions. He’s
completely out.”

Rhun felt his brother’s weight slumped against his back.
“This won’t be the last time we’ll be glad we are the
sons of a famous healer, and that we paid attention when
she instructed us.”

Rhys was taken from the horse and carried to the
bonesetter’s cottage. They had expected a man. A young
woman awaited them. They exchanged a glance of surprise
at the discovery of a slender maiden with ice blue eyes
and hair the colour of the harvest moon hidden away in
this remote village. Her unusual gown captured Rhun’s
attention. Light and flimsy, yet tantalizingly opaque,
its sleeves came only to the elbows.

“Lay him here.” The woman indicated the raised pallet in
the centre of the cozy cottage. Her sultry voice swept
over Rhun like a hot summer wind, and he and Rhydderch
complied eagerly. Rhun became aroused at the glimpse of
bare female arms as the bonesetter examined the injury. A
furtive glance at Rhydderch showed the same reaction!

Each man coughed and turned his attention elsewhere. This
was not the first time they had both been aroused by a
beautiful woman, but for some reason Rhun was irked now.
To ease his discomfort, he embarked on an explanation of
the accident and the potion given to Rhys.