CHAPTER 44“Ivo de Taillebois.”
I looked up into the eyes of the tall man Lucy wanted to marry, and saw something almost like recognition there. It crinkled the corners of his eyes in a manner far from unattractive. He wore a short black beard and short, curly black hair.
“So you are Hereward’s elusive lady.”
“Oh no,” I said sweetly. “I am not elusive at all.”
The black eyebrows rose. “No? Yet I have heard you even slipped through your husband’s careless fingers.”
No one had ever dared to speak of Hereward to me in these terms before and the direct attack was shocking. Somehow I managed to answer evenly, “Is that what you hear?” And even lifted one coolly amused eyebrow.
But Lucy chose, irritatingly, to rescue me.
“We will not speak of my brother, if you please,” she said severely. “
