“In a dressing gown and bare feet? Now tell me, if I go put on nightclothes and slippers, might I join you, or is this a solo adventure?” And speaking of clever, is this to be your bid for escape?” He contemplated my clothing. “Mark my words, the boy was of a vile sort.”
“That might be the case, but I don’t doubt that he’d have substituted an equivalently dastardly deed in its place.” He pointed a finger at me. “He wouldn’t have done so, if not for you. “I didn’t kidnap you,” Tristan said, his voice filled with irritation. “But I very likely would have if you hadn’t kidnapped me.” “It isn’t as though you’ve ever visited.” “Don’t act like you know the first thing about the continent,” I snapped.
If not for Marc taking hold of my arm, I’d have sprawled across the carpets in front of them all.” I felt power brush over my skin, and I dropped to numb feet. His flippancy made my heart sink – the very idea of my escape was so improbable to him that it was little more than a jest. “To where? There is nowhere for her to go, nowhere to hide. “Release her, Aunty.”Ī noise of exasperation passed his lips. “Afraid I didn’t quite catch the punch line.” A slender finger caught me under the chin, lifting my face. “Could you repeat that?” he said, coming closer. Now Mademoiselle de Troyes, tell us your thoughts. “And her name is Cécile de Troyes, which you very well know, so quit pretending otherwise.” “Perhaps our mistake was in not finding you a deaf one,” Marc said. I hardly need another woman in my life telling me what to do, and it would mean I could do all the talking and she the listening.”
“On second thought, perhaps it wouldn’t be dreadful at all. “She isn’t mute, is she? That would be dreadful.” He leaned back against the chair, his strange eyes fixed on me. Tristan peered at me as though I were a curious insect. “Even if I hadn’t a gag of magic in my mouth, I wouldn’t have dared spoken. I will love you until the day I take my last breath and that is the truth. He stopped, the weight of his sorrow greater than any mountain.
The cold of the water bit into my skin and I sobbed, terrified. I tried to hold on to him, but my fingers wouldn’t work. “Tristian, no, no, no!” I tried to scream, but I couldn’t. I tried to struggle, but he was too strong. He got to his feet and stepped into the water. You promised.” He had to be coming with me - he said he was and Tristan couldn’t lie. He kissed my lips, silencing my questions. That you’ll travel wherever the wind takes you. Dance in spring rains and let snowflakes melt on your tongue in winter. That you’ll gallop on horseback through summer meadows. “Promise me you’ll get better,” he whispered. I wanted to wipe them away, tell him that everything would be all right, but my body was locked stiff with pain. He turned his face to me, and it was streaked with tears.
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