He scurried about the room, wearing one shoe, bareheaded and in a plain linen shirt and hose, his lips twisted into a tight grimace. “Richard! Why aren"t you in your wedding raiment? Where is your Esquire of the Body? The wedding is but an hour away!”
“No it isn"t.” He peered under a chair.
She shook her head in disbelief. “What—”
“Not now, Denys, I have somewhere to go.” Pulling his other shoe out from under the table, he slid into it. He jammed a ring on his thumb and slammed his jewel box shut.
“Richard…” She grasped his sleeve but he flitted away like a feather in the wind and headed for the antechamber.
“What is amiss?” She wedged herself twixt him and the door. His eyes bored through her as he jerked his thumb, but she did not heed his signal of dismissal. “You look like you"re
