Not too late. We’re not too late. Fairly’s words beat against Douglas’s sanity even as rage threatened to crowd out reason. Moreland’s liveried army was closing in, preparing to prevent Douglas bodily from entering the church and stopping a wedding Guinevere should never have consented to. Douglas gripped Moreland’s wrist with some notion of hiking the man’s arm behind his back when a muttered oath came from his left. Lord Valentine Windham had donned court finery for the wedding, and thus sported a gleaming sword at his left side. Douglas lunged and appropriated the weapon, which larceny provoked the youngest Windham son to grin, sketch a bow, and hustle off toward the church. The blade was more decorative than functional, but sharp enough to do damage. Douglas saluted his thanks to Windham’s retreating back and waved the weapon at the circle of ducal retainers forming around him. “Your Grace,”
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