Guy de Beauchamp told his wife and daughter. “The Despencers have been banished, and the Marcher barons have been issued pardons for rising up against the king. Lancaster and I left immediately, but the Marchers are awaiting official writs that their lands have been restored to them.”“That’s marvelous news, darling. Isabelle will be the happiest lady in England.” Jory lifted her face for her husband’s kiss. “Roger Mortimer could charm the ducks off the pond, but beneath his velvet glove is a fist of steel.”“Aye, beneath the polished surface, Mortimer is tough and hard-bitten, but it’s a damn good thing he is.”“I’m going to miss Wolf Mortimer,” Guy Thomas said wistfully.“Wolf Mortimer is an uncouth lout. I’m surprised Father allows you to associate with the arrogant devil,” Brianna declared.“The Mortimers will be celebrating a wedding tomorrow.”“A wedding?” Brianna asked sharply.“Roger Mortimer’s son is marrying Lord Badlesmere’s daughter,”
