His gaze rested upon Serena where she rode beside one of the younger knights—Justin by name—apparently enjoying whatever tale he was regaling her with, and Gyles bestowed a withering look on the pair. Annoyed, Gyles turned to his squire. "Bid my lady wife come to my side," Gyles growled. "You shall ride beside Sir Justin for the remainder of our journey." "Yes, m'lord." The squire wheeled his horse and rode back to the middle of the column to deliver his message. It was not long before Serena drew abreast of Gyles and smiled winningly up at him. "Thank you for asking me to ride with you, Gyles, I was growing quite lonely back there." Gyles snorted but made no reply. In the ten days allowed them to pack and travel to London, Serena's behavior had totally bewildered Gyles. The morning following that disastrous evening, Nellwyn had come to Gyles and informed him that Serena was awake and feeling better if he cared to see her. Gyles had approached her chamber with great misgivings, but had relaxed when Serena had smiled warmly.
