Noble females of every age to whom weddings held a special fascination quickly surrounded her.Sylvia de Warenne joined the ladies showering the bride with rice, and their feminine shrieks of laughter filled the Lower Ward.John de Warenne joined his nephew. “I expected that Warwick would approach me. Has he spoken to you yet?”“No, I haven’t seen him. My wife insisted we go to the chapel early so we would get a seat close to the front. I warrant that weddings don’t hold the same fascination for Warwick as they do for most noble ladies,” Lynx said dryly.The two men walked apart from the revelers, where their conversation would not be overheard. “I’ve been toying with the idea of deliberately mistaking Warwick’s offer to be on his son’s behalf when he approaches me. That way I could inform him that we consider Rickard far too young for Jory.”The earl was not amused. “As a man of mature years, I can assure you that nothing would offend him quite as much as being considered too old for Lady Marjory, or any other lady.”“You are right, of course.
