Rafael was in the stables when he heard Bertrand and Louis jesting about Elizabeth. He was tending his destrier, Rayo, who was not in need of any tending. He froze at the sound of his comrade’s voices, unable to keep himself from listening. It was clear to him that they were unaware of his presence. It seemed deceptive to listen to his fellows thus, but Rafael heard Elizabeth’s name and wanted to know what they would say.
What he heard only confirmed his every doubt.
Bertrand whistled. “Were she not Malcolm’s sister, I could be tempted by Lady Elizabeth and her charms.”
“What man would not be so?” Louis retorted. “Hers is a rare beauty, and an innocence beyond compare.”
“Did you see her smile?” Bertrand gave another whistle of admiration.
Louis chuckled. “Indeed. It fairly lit the hal
