Melissande did not have to seek out Gaultier. He was at her elbow before Quinn and his party had even passed through the gates. She felt a twinge of guilt when Quinn glanced back, but reminded herself that she had done no improper deed. She had shown her husband the respect due to him as Lord d’Annossy.
He could not know the doubts in her heart.
Gaultier indicated that the gates should be secured, just as Quinn had decreed, then bent to murmur to her. “My lady, I would confer with you in private, at your leisure.”
“In private?” Melissande echoed, turning to consider the knight.
He frowned, his gaze flicking over the bailey. “I would not have my meaning misconstrued, my lady, but I am concerned.” He met her gaze steadily and she nodded.
“I wished to speak with you, as well, Gaultier.”
