“That will be all, Giselle,” Alienor told her maid, checking the tightly-laced cuffs on her kirtle once more. ’Twas past time that she showed her face at the board, for she had been absent two days. Iolande’s attention had given her the encouragement she needed to leave the quiet of the solar.
“Sir!” Giselle gasped, her startled exclamation drawing Alienor’s attention. She fairly gasped herself to find the knight Jordan standing on the threshold. He was resplendent in his azure-and-gold tunic and polished mail, with his hair neatly combed.
Did these knights of the king still linger at Montsalvat? To stay so long was an intrusion on Iolande’s hospitality and she had assumed them departed during her convalescence.
“My lady, I would beg a moment of your attention.”
Alienor shook her head,
