Ann of Cambray — Mary Lide

"The Lady Ann sits beside me, her tapestry untouched in her lap. The only sounds that disturb us are the cooing of the doves in their cote above the main castle gate and the distant surges of the sea:" So writes Urien. Bard to the Celts, as he records his lady's story: a tale of conquerors and connivers, and of a love imperiled by the ambitions of kings.

Daughter of a Celtic princess and the warrior Falk, born on a holding in, the borderlands coveted by Celt and Norman, she was a half-wild child, dark-eyed with fiery red hair and she rode fearlessly astride the gray horses her father bred, and on the waves of the rough sea below the castle. Then, both her brother and father died, and she was sent to bide with her liege lord. There she grew to beauty, unnoticed, until the assassins of her brother came to find her, in darkness, with knives unsheathed. Small, dauntless, fierce, she sought help from Lord Raoul, and won, instead, his anger--and desire...