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It did not matter that I did not know how I had come to this; pain still racked me, and I felt too spent to care. I had nothing to do but obey the solemn young priest, and I did so willingly. In my weakness I knew no past or future, only the present ease or present trouble of sleeping or wakingday and night were indistinguishable, for whenever I opened my eyes, the same torch flames pierced the same darkness and the priest was there.
I was lying half in sleep when I heard voices close by, mingling with the broken snatches of dreaming which filled my thoughts.
They came from outside the door, and as I listened, all sleep fled from me and I lay with straining ears, staring unseeing into the shadows above me. It is too soon. The one that answered him was highpitched and resonant, the voice I had heard in my dream. I cannot defer the business any longer. Tell him it will be better for his purpose to hold off for a space.
It will not serve; my lord's. It seemed impossible that I could have been a prisoner all this while and had not known itbut it made sense of so much that had been meaningless before. The duke would not set me to cure you of your feveronly to have you killed. It would have gained you nothing and perhaps hindered your recoveryyou would not have learned the truth yet if I could have prevented it. I said through chattering teeth, 4I have the right to know what is intended towards me.
I said, 4Is it afternoon, sir5 The hours are so alike I cannot tell one from another. I am sent by the duke to deliver you and to bid you welcome to his court. I never knew a duke invite a tavem wench to share his supper. It wants two hours to supper, and by that time you must be made ready. The duke has given orders for your dressing.
Innocent indeed74 The priest paid him no heed. It may be I shall alter them a little. The sarcasm made me so angry that I forgot my fear for a moment. There are few about the court who deny his beauty you must be hard to please. Then he said reluctantly, 4I am not only your physician but the duke's.
I am bidden to ensure that no woman he lies with has any disease that could harm him. It is no more than a task I must do; you need not fear me.
I shall tell him. Then, with a swish of robes, he strode across the room to call 0iero. If you chose rightly, you would scarce know you had stepped lower than the topmost rung of the ladder.
It will not be long,4 he added as I made a little sound of disgust. Time is precious. Two guards flanked me, helping me when weakness made me stumble, but I would not let them support me; it seems strange that I should have striven for dignity at such a time, but my pride would not support such humiliation.
I kept up as well as I could, half-blinded by the harsh alternations of fire and shadow and chilled to the bone by the howling drafts. Two women were standing there, waiting. The fashion of her dressing is to be as the duke pleasesnone of your nun's attire, remember.
It was dressed in two horns on her head in the 3enetian fashion, and her gowna wonderful thing of black and silver- threw its color into relief and showed off her delicate, faintly tawny skin. They weighed down her thin fingers, circled her pliant neck, and lay across her breast like a hauberk of mail; diamonds, glittering like a web of fallen stars even in this grim place.
I will send someone to bring you to supper in good time. Then I thought of the man I had seen bowing in the street to those other women; I imagined the scrabblings of those podgy fingers, the kisses of that slack mouth, and nearly retched.
It seemed that court tailors knew no colors but silver and black, for I, too, was dressed in them. The duke should have no weeping, cringing victimif I had to yield, I would yield with dignity. I took a step away from the mirror. In that moment, my last impulse to beg for their help died. The candles flared wildly as the door burst open, and a gaunt gnome of a man, painted and trimmed like a whore, hurried over the threshold and bowed, eyeing me curiously.
I wish you 1oy. It was only as we reached a long, bare gallery of vaulted stone that the first sounds came to meet us; at first a whispering growing through the ringing footsteps, then swelling to the din a thousand magpies chattering.
I glanced at -iccolosa, beside me, but her stern face showed no surprise. I did not know how apt the thought was until the doors opened and the heat and the noise engulfed me both together.
It was like stepping into hell. Then heads began to turn, and I found myself confronted by row upon row of blanched, staring faces in a terrifying silence. I looked around me helplessly for the two women, but they had drawn back from the threshold, leaving me alone and absurd in the doorway. The silence grew deathly.
Then, somewhere, someone tittered, and another voice took it up. In moments the whole assembly was rocking with 1eering laughter as I stood ridiculously before them.
I stood with downcast eyes praying that somethinganything would divert the court's attention. Then I heard, swelling through the laughter, the music of drums and trumpets. It came from outside, beyond the huge, studded doors behind the silver table, and the eyes were turning away from me towards it. I stood rooted to the spot, staring at the oncoming nobles, the brightness of their clothes and 1ewels hurting my eyes. I must have swayed, but I did not fall.
Even from where I stood I could read his e pression9 pure satisfaction, as though to see me there amused him. The trumpets ceased, and in silence he walked the length of the hall and paused by the silver table. In the whole vast assembly there was not a sound. Then his hand flew out in a swift, imperious gesture, and at once every man and woman dropped to one knee and lifted an arm in salute.
I was left standing like a fool, staring into the eyes of the man who had come to the Eagle. I did not stop to reason how or why he was there. They seemed to have been kneeling forever, but stili he waited, watching me.
Then, suddenly, he laughed. It was shrill and a little malicious, but there was a note of genuine amusement in it. The commanding hand fell to his side, and the court rose with a great rustle. I felt the curious eyes fasten on me again like so many leeches. Then, with an absurd defiance stiffening my back as haughtily as his, I sank to the ground in a deep curtsy. The rustle of my skirts sounded as loud as a falling forest. The silver-gilt hair clustered in thick curls over the small, proud head; radiantly, blindingly fair, with a devil's dark eyes set in the face of an archangel.
I prayed he could not see my shaking hands or the sudden dryness of my lips; but he could, for there was a glimmer of laughter between his lashes. I was beginning to think that I must be caught up in some monstrous dream, that in a moment I would wake with the sights and sounds fading into dusk and silence in "ntonio's attic. That silver devil. They were glancing often at the high table, discussing each word and look.
I gasped and started to rise to my feet. I have a mind4his voice was almost a purr4to give our stepmother duchess's diamonds to this lady.
They have hidden that old hag's wrinkles for too many years. It was a relief when "lessandro claimed his attention. If you showed her that her reign is over, she might be open to a fresh assaultso far I have had nothing but coldness and blows.
If he had meant what he said, this was how 0iero meant to ask for me; and when the time was right, no doubt I should be given 1ust as casually.
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I looked covertly at the tall figure sprawled in the shining chair. Then the duke turned his head, and I looked down swiftly. I knew without words that I was not to sit for much longer making a pretense of eating to lengthen this 1oyless ban uet. I saw her give a little shiver of ecstasy as his bright hair brushed her cheek; then I turned away, trying not to hear his poisonous, sibilant murmur.
Then, as her tears threatened to choke her, he said indifferently, 4 rother ,andro, uiet this whore. The court's applause had a startled sound. The doors closed behind us on a burst of clamor in which, mercifully, I could distinguish no words. The antechamber was bitterly cold after the heat of the ban ueting hail.
I thought I glimpsed his face, startled and angry, his eyes hard with calculation; then I was being hurried away, across the antechamber and up the stairs to the tapestried room, where -iccolosa was waiting. I wanted to laugh at such a ludicrous resemblance. The floor was icy under my bare feet. It was all I would allow myself to think of. I hardly noticed the guards closing in behind, cutting off my retreatit all seemed unreal, like a nightmare, the tramp of their feet echoing in my ears.
I wish you good night and good rest. I stood still, staring at them as though they would dissolve under my eyes, as though the whole palace would dissolve and I would wake in my bed over the Eagle's gateway. There was no sound, but my skin began to prickle, and when I turned, the duke was there, a silver silhouette against the black bed-curtains, stripped of clothes, of 1ewels, and of paint.
I fought to keep my voice even. In the light of the candles his flesh gleamed like alabaster, but this statue was warm and living, as graceful as a. There was no time to evade him, no time to resist.
I tried to rise, but his mouth came down on mine in the first kiss I had ever known and forced my head back against the pillowing velvets. Instinctively, like an animal, I fought back, scratching and biting. This was less lovemaking than deliberate cruelty, all that grace and strength employed in the inflicting of pain.
It was like being mauled by a giant cat for sport, not for food. I gasped, 40lease. The touch of his hands seemed to burn my skin.
There was no escaping his insistence. If I had not been resisting so hard, it might have been easier to bear. It was intolerable, outrageous; it was. This happens to every one of his women, I thought wildlyand his men, toohe bewitches all of them. I tensed myself against him.
Every movement was pain, pain that he had inflicted; the coverlet underneath me was slimy with blood, and between my thighs was burning agony. I lay on my back at last, staring up at the pale shadows moving in the mirror above the bed, long past weeping.
The candles had burned out long ago, and I lay listening to his uiet breathing and watching a sliver of moonlight that had crept through the hangings; minute by minute it moved, creeping across the pillow to touch his sleeping face, and I stared down at him with an intentness I did not understand. Then, as I watched, a crease of tension marred his smooth brow. Is this your merciful.
I only meant to silence you, to stop your eternal preaching. I did not mean you to be dead. Tell them. I remember feeling astonished that he should still remember my name.
In that moment I felt no fear; I had no thought for myself as he clung to me, his bright head buried in my breast. It is her fault, but she will not leave me alone. I waited until I thought he was asleep and then cautiously tried to free myself to relight one of the candles. I will make you the richest woman in the state if you do not leave me.
There was a silence; then I felt the brush of wet lashes against my skin as he opened his eyes. I woke slowly to darkness and a warm, imprisoning weight. Every muscle seemed to be on fire, and my flesh felt as though it had been scraped raw. I stared back at him uncomprehendingly. I will not swear. There are other forfeits.
It was 0iero who answered. I thought he would have spoken, but then he gave an almost imperceptible shrug and went away with his uick, trotting step.
That was all I meant to him, a creature fit to bed with, dismissed and forgotten as soon as his mind turned back to state affairs.
The pain of the thought startled me. I thought you would be weary of the mare.
I heard the courtier's breath hiss between his teeth. Take her to the old witch and give orders for her to be dressed to ride out with us in two hours. Then come to us again. I will call the attendants. I have lived all my life in the city, and my brother keeps no horsesI would fall off,4 I finished doggedly. The black eyes danced. It seemed the duke's orders had the power of magic, for clothes were there, although -iccolosa could not have known in advance that they would be wanted.
I looked at her grim face, unemotional, absorbed in settling the ruff at my throat, and said tentatively, 4Thank you, madonna. I colored, watching her covertly; it seemed almost the strangest thing of all that someone to whom I would have curtsied humbly a short while since should serve as my waiting woman.
I wondered if she could have been a servant of the banished duchess and had chosen not to follow her mistress into e ile. I am sent to fetch you. There were no guards this morningit appeared I was thought less likely to escape now that the duke had done his pleasure.
I doubted that; there are few left these days. I thought not any, but I was mistaken. It was rumored that he had had you himself. I will not forget it, even if you do. The courtyard was full of men and women and horses, and after my long solitude the bustle was a sweet taste of normality this was what I had always known, the rushing of grooms, the tramping of strangers' horses, the chatter drifting up. I started down the steps with 0iero gripping my arm, guiding me towards the middle of the melee.
I could see the bob of bowing courtiers ahead of us and knew the duke must be there. I kept my head high, but the naked curiosity in their faces was making me feel sick. I will not uarrel with 6our.
They would be willing to acknowledge me, even give me eminence, as long as the duke stayed by my side. I could not imagine how I was to reach that high-towering saddle; the silken flank loomed like an unscalable cliff.
I murmured, 4Thank you, sir,4 and he blushed vividly as he stepped back. The crack of a whiplash made me look up. It was petty, pointless crueltyand all for something that the groom would have given at a word. I could see the secret knowledge in the curve of his lips as he watched me, mercilessly ordering the movements that would punish my sore and aching body; once when the horse 1olted me, I could not suppress a cry, and I looked up to see him laughing as though the sound delighted him.
The horse's hooves were cutting into the tawny earth, crushing the sun-dried grass and leaving a swathe of destruction across the field that sloped towards the river gorge.
Then I shivered, for a shadow had fallen across our path. The frowning face of the tower that guarded the bridge over the river gorge soared into the sky, casting its shadow close and dark. If it were not there,! Then, when the city gates opened before us, I forgot everything in the sudden familiarity of the sights and sounds of the crowded streets, the dust-choked air, the stink of foul humanity.
The sun's heat and the unfamiliar activity had drained what strength I had leftit seemed years, not less than a day, since I had left the dank silence of the prison.
The patterns of light and shadow before my eyes had no meaningI was walking like a blind womanyet for some reason I turned back at the top of the steps for a last glimpse of the duke. The rest of the day passed in a bewildering pageant. Then when the council met he would be rested from his 1ourney; so old a man as he could not care for his health too much.
The old man made a lurid figure beside him, scarlet cassock and cape like splashes of blood. I heard she had been sent away but not the reason. Ippolito's kind face twisted into a sour look. The duchess was as sorry for her husband's death as I should be if I were elected pope tomorrow. They whisper that the young duke took care not to be by the night his father died, but it is as likely that the duchess waited for him to be absent before she poured the wine. I dare not.
The old duke is dead and the duchess packed off to her ,panish kin in -aples; that is all any man here knows but he. I thought when I heard he was dead that he had died naturally. I was not even shocked; it would be a lucky man indeed who lived out his natural span here. It is known they bedded together at the duchess's importunity, but it was not incest, e cept in the strictest ruling of the! They are no kin to each other save in name.
Ippolito shrugged. Then, with a word of apology, he brushed past me and went to the duke's side. To present his whorehis base-born whorewas worse than folly.
It was madness. I have my whisperers, too. I know the scriptures well enough. They become her well enough, do they not54 The archbishop was breathing heavily. Then as the hasty speech ended, he looked up. The archbishop flinched.
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The commons will not see! I whispered, 46our. I thought you incapable of such rash-ness, but now I am less sure. They say you think of choosing.
I shall not plague you, as you term it, to know your mindwhat I know now will suffice me. It brought me more solace than the ceremonious mass held in the palace chapelthe court worshiped with great pomp but to little purpose, the atmosphere in the chapel mingling derision with some superstitious fear, as though the nobles believed they were propitiating some immortal revenger.
I kissed the thin, olive-skinned hand. If any others of the duke's retinue seek an alliance with you, be wary, for they will try to undermine you. I shook my head. That it might spring from envy had not crossed my mind. This is not a tale to tell in haste, but the time we have must serve. The lands were so vast that the popes allowed servants to rule in their name, and one such ruled here, in!
The pope was then old and dying and could not stop him, and his successoranother 0iushad troubles enough abroad and was willing to elect a della 8affaelle to the archbishopric in return for peace and the cancellation of the debt. The story is not much longer. The popes after 0ius have been too busyor perhaps too compassionateto e communicate a dukedom of so many souls. They would have to e communicate 8ome's own archbishop.
The pope is waiting for him to die, as he and his predecessors have waited for forty years. I moved to cross myself, superstitiously. The pope's mercy hangs upon it indeed and grows more precarious day by day. The common people must be told over again. It is eight and thirty years since! I will be here three days hence, at the same hour, if you have need of me. I said, 4I have enough already.
I told myself that my trembling was due to fear of how my absence had been discovered. Taccone, show your merchandise to this lady. I found myself telling him of my life in the city as though it were long past, a story that had happened to someone else, and I could even mention my stepfather's name lightly.
I shook my head, causing the dressmaker to give a cluck of reproach. I think I must be twenty or so, but no one counted very carefully after my mother died. It had grown dark outside the slitted window, and his eyes were gleaming strangely. I could see his fair reflection towering over me, my own pale face and apprehensive eyes, my body stiff in the elaborate gown. The servants stood rigid and wooden; I thought bitterly that they must be used to such scenes. I had learned to await his coming with e citement as well as dread; I had learned the treachery of my own flesh and was shocked by the frailty of my virtue.
I tried to shut my ears to it, to hood my senses, but inevitably my new knowledge betrayed me so that I was lost to hungers I had not known I possessed. I wondered that the court did not come, but most likely they dared not. Then he muttered, 4-o matter,4 and pulled my head down to his.
Chapter Four I woke the next morning to find the duke already stirring. He stooped over me to kiss me good morning, drawing the covers up as he did so and tucking them under my chin. I tried to sit up, blinking the sleep from my eyes.
The duke had told him, he said, that he might teach me to read and write, and for those four days he taught me as rigorously as if we had en1oyed the same monkish seclusion in which he had learned his letters.
It was bewildering to leave his lessons, in which I became a child again, and nothing was more important than the curl of a. There was no mistaking the compressed lips and dilated nostrils; someone or something had thwarted him.
The other councilors staid older men, here a soldier and there a cleric, chosen to give the name of legality to the reigning family's absolute ruletook their cue from them and devoted their wholehearted attention to their food.
The meal dragged on in an ominous hush until I thought I could bear it no longer. Then, suddenly, ,andro began to talk. It was only a lewd rigmarole he had heard in the city streets, but he embroidered it in the telling, and the sound of his voice severed the unnatural uiet like a lifeline. The duke did not respond, but neither did he turn on his brother, and little by little the rest began to whisper together until the noise filled the great void of the hall.
I blessed its very raucousness as a return to normality. I thank its bounty. I could only submit to her untender ministrations and hope that the tangle would resolve itself at last. It was like a grim stone warren, with its galleries and drafty passages and time-hollowed stone stairs, but she knew every inch of the way, and I supposed she had known it all her life. The courtiers we met affected not to see me, and one or two spurned me as they would have done if I had never been taken up by the duke.
I missed his protection sorely, not only against the court's contempt but against 0iero's increasing insolence, for without the check of his lord's presence, 0iero became the bane of my life.
I was never free of him. I began to start at shadows, fearing that he would step bowing from their screen to pour his interminable insinuations and reproaches into my ears. I began to wonder whether I had imagined the smooth-tongued bawd who had begged my virginity for the duke, for now he constantly condemned me for surrendering it.
It was as though he was fascinated by the thing he loathed, because his talk was a stream of indecent speculation mingled with disgusted invective. It was on the morning of the fourth day that my unease at last ignited into anger. I had told myself that my own fears might be shaping the man's innocent proceedings to something greater; but that day he came to my chamber early, unannounced and uninvited, and I knew that he had purposely chosen his time.
I was standing in my petticoat, waiting for -iccolosa to pull the gown over my head, when I saw over her shoulder that he had come into the room. I am cold. I looked up to see her confronting him, stiff with outrage. Then he turned on his heel and went without another word. I had not meant to weep, but -iccolosa's unyielding embrace was ine pressibly comforting.
It was as she turned away to fold my discarded nightrobe that I saw the tiny roll of paper lying on the floor near my foot and bent uickly to pick it up. I had not hoped to make out what it said, but here there were no letters, only patterns of wavy lines like an ostler's tally.
It must be some mountebank's spell, I decided, or a wise woman's philter that 0iero was keeping. I 1umped, e pecting it to be 0ierothe palace corridors were dim on the brightest daybut it was ,andro, his s uare face set and determination in his blue eyes.
I think he dropped it while he was speaking to me, and I was keeping it to give it back. This is a cipher, lady. It may be nothing,4 he added reassuringly, 4a love note from della ;uercia's latest boy, or only some tongue that I cannot read. If so, you can be sure I will give it back to him and say I found it by chance. I can give you back this riddle.
Then I said, 4: This will be a passport to the council's forgiveness when I arrive so late. It is written. It was the uartet, in full force and full cry. It had taken me days even to distinguish them one from another, but now I was beginning to know them. They halted then, their busy tongues stilled, and I could hear voices within before. The talk broke off, and someone gave a sharp summons.
I knew then, looking up at him, that I had been deceiving myself, calling this feeling by any name but love. The black eyes glimmered down at me. They were pictures, so gorgeously painted and cunningly framed that I blinked at them, hardly knowing what they were at first.
I felt the councilors' eyes on me as I picked up one carved like an ivory flower and saw inside it a painting of a plump, golden-haired girl with a child's pouting lips belied by her full breasts. I knew then what the pictures were. I said, 4I cannot choose without knowing what you seek, 6our. Is it the lady's beauty or the artist's cleverness that I am to 1udge54 42h, the sub1ect. It may be that her 1udgment will e ceed yours, and whom she chooses shall be my wife. I felt as though my whole body were filled with pain and if I moved or spoke it would spill and foul the room with its stench.
The painter had been at pains to soften his sitter's sharp face to his ideal of beauty, but for all his care and her rich clothes and 1ewels, the tight mouth and pale, hard eyes showed clearly. I could think only that this was a reprieve, that for perhaps a day or two longer the duke would not choose his bride.
If he had offered me an asp in a bracelet I would have taken it from him. I turned to the ebony bo he pushed towards me, trying to uiet my fast-beating heart.
I may not take them. Then, caught in the lining in one corner of the bo , I noticed the. It was silver, wrought in the shape of two clasped hands holding a pearl; the metal had a blackish sheen, and the pearl's luster was dimmed. I meant you to choose a worthier stone. I am not one to brave comparison with emeralds and sapphires.
I am less credulous. I will put it back and choose another. The thing has little enough valueI had not seen it for so many years, that is all. I did not know I had kept it. I was given it years ago, by my father's second wife. I looked again at the tarnished ring.
The saying held true for her; she had ill luck enough with it. It might have been he as soon as another. It made me feel cold all at once. I had not meant to ask the uestion, but it slipped out unbidden.
I thought she had fallen asleep and I called her, but she did not answerand the floor4 he broke off, choking. It was his stepmother's body, sprawled on the chapel floor in its own blood, that haunted him.
Then with an impatient movement he 1ammed his dagger back into its sheath and straightened. That message cost our uncle little laborhe has intercepted a like code before in notes from spies that we have taken, but this one is addressed.
I think you will like to know whom della ;uercia seeks as a master. I said that the lady would confirm how she found it.
I am sure it was done in a fit of melancholy and not seriously intended. I could see his thoughts clearlyif a man as close to the duke as 0iero had been was condemned so summarily, what hope was there for him if someone should denounce him5 "nd what for me5 I thought suddenly.
I had not held him for as many days. The more fool he, for gallantry will never make his fortune. I said, to smooth his discomfiture, 4Then we shall have to help each other, messire, for I am a novice, too.
I am doing that to please you that will make them call me fool and madman, worse than my lord archbishop. I sat for a moment, staring unseeingly before me, and started as the archbishop's voice addressed me.
The archbishop surveyed me thoughtfully. I must trust in. If you wish to live and thrive afterwards, you must coin your beauty, sell yourself by lottery.
I have no family but my half-brother, and he cares nothing for meI think he was glad to be rid of me, for he never tried to find me when the duke took me. I was silent for a long time. This chance was literally heavensent, for the archbishop was the voice of. It was only when he rose to leave that he whispered compellingly, 48emember,4 and then he was gone in a rustle of silk. The palace was clamorous now with the names of conflicting contenders for the duke's marriage bed.
This news of the duke's is good for all of usit is only his drabs who will repine. I found myself often seeking ernardo da ucoli's company; his gentle, undemanding presence and uiet devotion were soothing when I was tired of combating the pinpricks of the court and my own overwhelming, hopeless love.
It seemed an age since I had sat in the attic over the Eagle sign and wished for some e citement to enter my dull lifenow, passing all my e pectations, I had it, and I would have given it all for peace of mind.
I remember the slow, insidious music of flutes and hautbois; the torchlight outlining the duke's silvered body like wildfire; the gleam in the black depths of his eyes, and the way the room faded like the setting of a dream, leaving the hard grip of his fingers and the breathtaking grace of his steps as the only reality. I shall find myself on an errand to the border tomorrow. I shall be paying for my pleasure soon enough.
Tell me4I thought I heard his voice sharpen as I turned under our. In a week or twoa montha man's life will be nothing to you if it stands in the way of your affairs. To the court, what was promised was ever more important than what was past, and their tongues relished the speculations like bees around a honeypot. The ne t night, I was sitting in my chamber, waiting for ernardo to fetch me to the duke. The archbishop has done all he can to oppose the match, but now he has given way.
The names and the faces had all run together in one hurtful.
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After reading it, I found that I wanted to learn more about Renaissance Italy. A good historical is like a vacation to another place and time. Cabria in is a fascinating place to visit and I know I'll go back there again. This book was horrible. Not one bit of romance to be found within the pages. Brigade Sep 3, You must log in to edit Common Knowledge data.
Domenico Giordano della Raffaelle, Duke of Cabria. Alessandro della Raffaelle. Archbishop Francesco della Raffaelle. Piero della Quercia. Father Vincenzo. Madonna Nicolosa. Madonna Maddalena Feroldi. Ippolito de'Falconieri. Gratiana della Raffaelle, Dowager Duchess of Cabria. Antonio Guardi. Celia Guardi. To Cyril and Alan without whom none of it would have been written. The voice under my window was complaining of the heat.
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The duke must have made some comment on the chattering women, because his bastard son chuckled before he swerved away again, and I could see the sardonic amusement in his face even from my high window. Then he straightened and turned his shoulder and took no further notice of me. It made me feel cold all at once. The soft clop of hooves and the jingle of harness passed under the gateway and into the yard.
I will put it back and choose another. My first thought was that he was supernaturally tall: I caught only the words "my little brother" and then the other man spoke again, owlish and considering.