A warning she completely ignored. “Might I remind ye, this journey is being done at your insistence?”
“Nay, ye dinna,” he huffed. “But if ye canna follow orders, I will ensure that ye do.”
Orders? She stomped her foot on the ground, kenning she was acting like a petulant child. “Daresay, what do ye propose to do? If any harm comes to me, ye will have to answer to my papa. And he willna take kindly to his daughter being hurt.”
He grabbed her elbow and started pulling her forward, back to the road.
“I didna say I would harm ye, Lass. Nor would I. I dinna hurt ladies. But I will do what must be done if ye dinna listen.”
“And I am no’ some soldier ye can order about.” She dug her heels in the ground, but he was so strong it did naught more than irritate him.
He spun to her. “Ye most definitely are’na. Soldiers listen to orders, they doona disregard them.”
In one swift move, he bent and threw her over his shoulder like a heathen.
