CHAPTER 7Hereward’s lips twitched. Regarding me, head slightly on one side, he said, “We could splice them together. They might be strong enough if we left them this broad. But it would be quite a weight.”
“Who cares? With legs this long, you’ll have won in about four steps.”
I heard another breath of his laughter — reward enough for my creativity — but he was already setting to work with quick, deft fingers. Robert looked at me without affection.
Lucy said severely, “You’re as bad as he is. In fact, you make him worse!” Yet I had the impression her mischievous soul was actually delighted, now that the prospect of lethal violence between her brother and Godric had been commuted to mere horseplay.
Not that Hereward wasn’t taking his game seriously. While he worked, issuing practical adv
