A spark from a torch caught James’s eye. As his gaze shifted toward the light, his breath stopped. Highlighted by the yellow flames, the same lass he’d seen after the sparring match stared directly at him. She was bonny, to be sure. Fine boned, small in stature, and even though it was night, her eyes reminded him of a cat…or of crystals sparkling in candlelight. She wore her tresses unbound, with a ribbon of gold plaited across her crown—a maid. The corner of his mouth twitched up, for only maidens wore their hair uncovered.