He said nothing for a moment, and his eyes darted back and forth between Katkin and Jacq, who still stood by with his fists clenched, obviously ready to continue their fight. Katkin urged him, “Do it, Tomas, or I will tell the King everything. I mean it.”
Finally, he gave her a curt nod. “As you wish, my dear. But don’t think for a moment you have won, Katrione. That drooling behemoth you claim to love is a poor prize. And don’t come running back to me when you find out your error, you lying little trull.” As he flung this final insult at Katkin he marched across the room with his head held high, stepped over the fragments of the door, and was gone.
Jacq would have followed, but Katkin caught his arm. “Let him go, Jacq. He has lost, and he knows it.”
Jacq took several deep breaths, tryi
