CHAPTER 35“What do you think of Deda?”
We were alone in our chamber. When Hereward spoke, I was standing by the unshuttered window, looking into the darkness — not, for once, at the stars, but at the lesser lights of the campfires I could see on the opposite shore. Tonight, they were mourning their dead, while our men celebrated an effortless victory; and I brushed my hair as I did every night.
I said, “I like him.”
“I imagine he would be glad to know it.”
I c****d one eyebrow over my shoulder. “Jealous?”
“Oh no. Merely, I had thought of selling you.”
“He has no money.”
Hereward sighed, his breath unexpectedly close and warm on my neck. “True.” His fingers took the brush from mine and tossed it aside. Then his arms folded around me and I leaned back into him.
I said, “Has he told y
