Escorted by two guards, Hugh entered Abercraf Castle"s inner bailey. “I request an audience with Lord Morgan,” he told the guard, his tone respectful, his bearing calm. But after too long a wait, Yorath lumbered towards him, his hair thinner than his elderly father"s.
"What would ye have of us now?" Yorath demanded.
"I would ask of your father a private audience with Mistress Leah," Hugh politely requested, while he wished to knock Yorath’s teeth down his throat.
"My father is too old and weary to spar with the likes of you again. Hence he sent me. Now state your business with Mistress Leah or remove yourself from the premises."
"I simply wish a private audience with her," Hugh forced himself to speak calmly.
"Do not attempt to sway her, Hugh. She is quite content here." Yorath raised
