"Owen!" This time her voice cracked with tears, as her reaching hands lifted a little, torn between wanting to take hold of him and wanting to warn him away. To confront Brom for her sake was madness, and yet it filled her heart with foolish hope that he was so ready to do so.<br/><br/>Then Brom's horse was in the way, the two men growling at each other - and high above her head, the Baronet's sword rang free of its sheath.<br/><br/>"No!" She cried out, stepping forward to clutch at his leg. "No, my lord! He does not understand, please!"