wither without nourishment. It is better that you do not see her for a time.â
I twitched my horseâs rein, turning her head back toward the city. Edmund said: âHold, Luke.â
âWell?â
âHave you spoken to Blodwen of this?â
It might have been better to lie, but I could not.
âYes.â
âWhat did you say to her?â
âI asked her if she had betrayed me with you. She swore she had not. I knew she spoke truth.â
âAnd what else?â
I echoed him: âWhat else?â
His voice had changed. There was boldness in it.
âYou put a question to her and got your answer. But still you need to send me away to Oxford. Is it only my weakness you fear? What reassurance did you seek from Blodwen, and not find?â
I said: âWhat passes between Blodwen and me is our concern, not yours.â
âYou are wrong, Luke! I will not go on your mission until I have put a question to her. And if her answer is what I think it may be, then you must find another man for Oxford.â
I felt cold again: a cold sharper and more inward than that which the wind scoured from the ugly sky.
âYou will not try to take her from me.â
âNot unless she puts out a hand to me. But if she does, nothing will stop me taking it.â
âNot friendship?â
âNot anything!â
He spoke exultantly. I said:
âAnd if I beg you?â
All my body trembled. I felt tears start in my eyes, and blinked them back.
He said: âDo not beg for something which I cannot give.â
âCannot, or will not?â
âWhat difference is there? There are strengths beyond our own.â
I said, wonderingly, to myself almost: âI never doubted your loyalty. I would have doubted my own sooner. I know my weaknesses and I gave you best in friendship. But I could not do such injury to a friend. I would die first.â
The day was lighter, and I saw him flush. He said:
âYou are my friend, but Blodwen I love. There is a difference in our natures. I do not think you have ever truly loved. Or ever could.â
âI loved you,â I said, âwho were my friend.â
He shook his head. âTalking does no good.â
âListen,â I said. âForget friendship, if it means so little to you. Have you thought of the harm thatcan come from this? Not just to us, but to the city.â
âYou have got your city,â he said. âKeep it. We do not want it.â
He linked her desires with his, as though of right. Pain raked its claws through me. I said:
âEven if I would, I could not let you have her. I am Prince of the city and she, daughter of the King of the Wilsh, is to be my bride. If it is not held to I am no Prince, and chaos follows.â
âThen let it follow. You cannot stop us, Luke.â
âI am Prince,â I said. âI have some powers.â
We rode together back to the city and in silence. The guard saluted us again at the East Gate, and I bade him bring the Sergeant. He was out of the guardhouse on the instant. His name was Tunney, one of Hardingâs men, old for a warrior but still powerful. I pointed to Edmund.
âArrest him.â
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Blodwen said: âLuke, what have you done?â
Her face was white and she showed signs of haste. She had come unannounced to where I sat in my parlor. It was early still. Outside the window a few small flakes of snow drifted slowly down.
I said: âIn what way, lady?â
âThey say that Edmund is under guard. Because of what I said last night? I promise you . . .â
I thought she might lie, to save him, and did not want to hear it. I cut across her words.
âI gave an order to a Captain and he refused to obey it. That is all and that is enough.â
âWhat order?â
I told her of the mission to Oxford. Her eyes were on my face as I spoke, and I watched her watching me. At the end