‘You have given your word and you must honour it,’ Hudibras said icily.
Bladud turned to Keron. ‘Ask anything else: any jewel, any amount of gold, horses, cattle, land... Name it and it is yours.’
‘I have named the stake,’ Keron said, well knowing that, through his daughter’s marriage to the crown prince, jewels, gold, horses, cattle, land would become his anyway.
‘What kind of man are you that you give your daughter away on a game of fidchell?’ Bladud shouted furiously. ‘What kind of woman allows herself to be treated thus!’
The crowds murmured angrily in agreement.
Suddenly Liel spoke, rising to his feet beside Bladud.
‘What kind of man are you to insult a woman so?’ he demanded, gazing at Rheinid with deep admiration. ‘You are a lucky man indeed to be offered such a prize, and gla
