"I am sorry," he told the man. "I am not acquainted with your lord. What can you tell me about him?" "Your Grace," the man said bowing, "I was told to say that my lord is uncle to Your Grace's wife, Sabine Blackthorn. If it pleases you, I am instructed to wait for an answer to his letter." Garreth disguised the tumult within him behind a face of indifference. At last, he would know what Sabine intended. "Very well," he said. His hand trembled as he broke the seal and hurriedly read the letter: Your Grace: This is to inform you that my niece, Sabine, and her brother, Richard, are returning to England, under my protection. I shall be speaking with King Charles on their behalf and I have my eye on their future. I am certain that you will want only what is in their best interests. Garreth glanced up at the messenger. "You may tell the Marquis de Chavaniac that I will do what I can to help Lord Richard establish his claim to Wood bridge." The Frenchman swept him a bow.
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