Even his men had tired of the sight of their knight striding around fuming and had settled down to their ale. Matheus knew he couldn’t put her down. Holding her comforted him but what ailed him, he had no idea. Why am I angry? She’s just a maid. Dear God, am I jealous? Do I love her? Truth be told he was angry with himself. How could he let her bewitch him? Bloody woman is a witch…too much of the she-wolf and not enough lady. Emotions he neither knew well, nor understood, were nipping at his nerves, prickling his skin. “Can you hear, men?” he shouted to his soldiers, who had made so merry that half were passed out, their eyes heavy with ale. Alert and already preparing for some altercation with his hand on his sword, his man of arms replied “What My Lord? I hear nothing.” “Quite right…the deafening sound of nothing, Godwin. My Lady has given up her wailing.”
