“I will take my leave this day if you are settled here,” Guibert said as he and Alienor broke their fast together the next morning.
It proved that Alaric had guessed aright, for many of the guests had left the previous day. On this morn, the fortress’ usual routine must have been restored, for the meal was a casual affair. There was leftover stew for those who desired it, but Alienor was relieved to note that most took only bread and cheese, as was her usual fare.
Guibert had beckoned her to join him in a quiet corner when she entered the hall and she had expected this news. He had never been able to remain long in one place.
“Too long at one hearth?” she teased, relieved to see him smile.
“Indeed,” he agreed. He was restless, which reminded her that he liked to be on his way with the
