Catherine didn't try very hard to avoid him. He was always so charming; and the prospect of becoming part of a powerful family cast in his mold was not unattractive. She found herself thinking of the objections to the marriage as Owain's objections, not her own; and dithering over whether to reject or press ahead with a marriage with Bishop Beaufort's nephew. In any case, it would have been hard to stop the Bishop. Even as she fretted about how most delicately to handle the question of his candidate, Bishop Beaufort came back with a page of a letter from Bourges, bearing a miniature likeness of Edmund Beaufort. He must have had it before the question of asking Edmund Beaufort to get a likeness made had even arisen. That had been less than a week ago. He couldn't possibly have sent to France for it in that time. Catherine realized uneasily that he really was playing her like a fish on a line. He pulled the picture out for her to see during another visit to chapel, when Owain was absent.
