Esmeraude’s estimation of Bayard’s response was not too far wrong. He was sorely vexed to find himself alone upon awakening. He stood and glared at the sea, which sparkled merrily as if to defy his temper, and watched a small boat bob farther and farther away.
Three figures were silhouetted within it. In this remote place, they could be none other than the three who had abandoned him here.
That angered him truly. What madness had seized the maiden’s wits while he slept? What lack did she perceive in him? And why, for the love of Mary, would she leave him after surrendering so fully to his touch, after choosing him to be her spouse?
choosingPerhaps she played some jest upon him, though Bayard was not amused.
Indeed, he feared that she would pay most dearly for her ploy. There was a reas
