Duncan stared at the lady, watching frustration flicker across her features. He was certain he had heard her wrongly and wished heartily that she would elaborate.
But Eglantine was clearly not prepared to confide more of her secret desire.
“Do you pledge to me that this comrade of yours”—she waved her hand in Iain’s general direction as she held Duncan’s gaze—“is a man who will honor Alienor, pledge marriage to her, and ensure her happiness for all his days and nights?”
Duncan could not find it within him to so guarantee his foster brother’s intent. The man was a virtual stranger to him these days. He shook his head. “Nay, I cannot.”
“Then for the sake of Alienor, for the sake of a woman who knows not what she does nor even what price she will pay for any dalliance with him, ensure his
