Master Alcuin, in an apologetic murmur, warded it again, then, with the suddenness of a summer cloudburst, demanded, “What, Marshall, in the name of Merlin himself, do you mean by coming here?” Gray blanched, and for a moment Sophie was certain—despite their welcome—that t...
Roland bore up admirably under the onslaught of well-wishes from his father’s guests, who were many and seemed, to Joanna’s eye, to be divided between those who welcomed the match for reasons strategical or sentimental, and those who were eager to court His Majesty’s good opinion by pretending to...