No doubt convinced that I had gone mad, Hugh joined me and we rode toward Father"s men.
I halted a hundred paces in front of them and raised my hand. "Father! I would have a word before any killing starts!"
Father had indeed been busy. Judging by the numbers, he had raised every man in the Lethan Valley, from cubs barely in their teens to grey and even white-bearded men who must first have held a lance when Queen Mary was a toddling infant. At one side of him, resplendent in his yellow jack, rode the Yorling. At the other was Robert, frowning as he glowered at me.
"I see you have thrown in your lot with the enemy," Robert said. "My fault was minor when I bedded Kate. Yours is rank betrayal."
"This is not because of your poor choice." I was very aware of the men lining up in front of me
