Chapter 11 - 1299
After supper, Albert showed Guilhelm around the estate while Provence remained seated in the great hall with Peyre and Nicholas.
“Peyre, how long has this been going on?” Provence asked in a low voice.
“What has?”
“You know what!” He pointed with his head at the direction Albert and Guilhelm had left the room.
“Oh, that!” Peyre said, loosening his cassock with his index finger. Nicholas shifted his gaze between their faces, stunned that Peyre grasped what Father was alluding to, for Nicholas did not. “Eight years or so,” Peyre said matter-of-factly, watching his father’s eyes widen.
Was it his fault, Provence wondered? Had he been such a bad father, or was it the devil’s work? “What do you think of … this?” Sodomite was the word that came to mind, but he could not b
