She could hear Ulrich, squire to Lord William, panting somewhere behind her, straining to keep up; she should slow, but she could not. She could not because Richard's command was still ringing in her ears, as if she did not know how to be hospitable, as if she were a child to bid, as if she were ...
"My lord, a word," Raymond said. There was no need to say more; Hugh understood his urgency at a look. They withdrew to the shadowed quiet of the north aisle of the chapel. "My lord. Gautier has whispered to Edward, who has murmured to Jovetta, that this is our last day in Warkham." "Our last day...
Each step carried them farther apart, and she found herself dreading each step. She would never see Marcus again; life was too uncertain and the distances too far in the hazardous world the Saxons had invented for them. She had just said good-bye to someone she had loved longer than memory, and s...