TWENTY-NINE
The weeks passed with freezing cold days and mind-shatteringly hot nights. Every night he spent with her, only made him want her more. He never wanted to leave her, and the thought of the coming spring sent daggers through his heart.
Impossible though it should be, Bernard was in love with her.
And he began to think up ways he might get to keep her, if the lady was willing.
His father would surely need someone to govern this place in his stead, and Bernard was his son. None of his other brothers would want the responsibility of a single, tiny valley when they had so much more. Father might choose to offer one of his knights the honour – Gosse, if the man had survived the winter – but Bernard would have to convince him he was the best man for the job. If anything, it woul
