As if by right he sat in the high-backed chair at the top of the table with the Ecclesiastical arms, which was usually occupied by her grandfather.
The table was decorated with white flowers and the servants brought them delicious food on priceless silver dishes that were part of the treasure owned by successive Archbishops.
But Valora was only conscious of the Duke. For the first time in his presence she felt shy and it was not so easy to talk to him in the academic manner in which they had argued on their journey.
Now she was acutely conscious of the look in his eyes that she had not seen there before and a caressing note in his voice that made her feel she wanted to touch him.
When the servants withdrew, the Duke sat back, a glass of brandy beside him and she thought how different t
