“’Tis no longer your concern,” Oswin was saying. “We will make do. Now go. Gather—” The steward stopped abruptly and drew himself up to his full height when he saw Edric. “Kate?” “Good morn, my lord.” Her voice was different, a bit breathless, Edric thought. He looked at Oswin, who crossed his arms over his chest but said naught. “All is well?” “Of course.” “Then come with me.” Together they walked away from Oswin and climbed the stairs. When they were out of sight, he leaned over and kissed her. She put her hand upon his forearm, her mind reeling with regret for having sent him from her bed, and confusion over Oswin’s intentions. “Edric, I am sorry. I was wrong to tell you to keep our—” “Kate. You were not wrong. And I will respect your wishes on the matter.” He’d met a number of villagers on his return to the keep, and they’d spoken so highly of Kate, he could hardly believe they referred to the same young woman they’d scorned on her arrival at Braxton Fell.
