“Tosh,” he whispered into my ear, then kissed me full on the mouth. “No one is better, Tom. You killed that dog Mars, who would have murdered us both. We are up against terrible things—you and I. You will know that.” Then he said, “You will sleep with me tonight. Sir Garet only had to say that for the others in his court, his relatives who do not know him really nor his heart. He has given me his blessing that we sleep together. I told you I’d bed you with furs and silks. Now is the hour for this!”
With this, he led me, full of excitement and flush all over with nerves, through the darkness in front of the stables to a rear stairway. He unlocked a door. We climbed up the steep circular stairs to a tall back tower. There, at the top, was another door, which Bertrand unlocked to our chamber
