”He’ll need to see Buddy for orientation,” Kit said. “Has anyone called him yet?”
Someone near the edge of the crowd said, “He’s on his way down.”
”Anybody tell Bull what happened?”
One of the Pest Control officers, standing sheepishly by with an empty net, said, “Al’s already gone for him. Kit, that grandkid of yours saved a little girl’s life before you got here. She acted real quick, caught a French charger by the bridle before any of us were in position to act. It raked her with its spiked bit, but she saved the kid’s life. Would’ve tramped her for sure.”
Kit glanced sharply at her, then said, “Can you stand on that leg?”
Margo tried. A nauseating wave of pain swept through her. Kit simply picked her up and strode hastily through the crowd, which gave way with astonishing rapidity.
Margo bit her lips, not wanting Kit to know how badly she hurt. “What did that soldier say, when you talked to him?”
He glanced down just long enough to meet her gaze. “He was at the siege of Orleans. In medieval France. He was fighting for his life. When you appeared out of nowhere, he thought Jeanne d’Arc had opened the gates of hell. Now he thinks you’ve sent him through into hell.
” Jeanne d’Arc, that’s what he called me.”
Kit tightened his lips. “Yes. He thought you were Joan of Arc. Said something about you thrashing another archer?”
”He tried to stab me. I disarmed him, that’s all … .”
She didn’t want to talk. Margo’s stomach was so uneasy it was all she could do to swallow down the nausea that accompanied every throb in her arm and leg.