Catherine Coulter - Medieval Song - 3 by Earth Song

Author:Earth Song [Song, Earth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-01-16T23:38:52.460000+00:00

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“What cursed wine?” Dienwald nearly shouted, flinging his arms wide.

Kassia laughed and placed her hand on his forearm. “You don’t remember the wager between you and my lord? The Aquitaine wine my father was shipping to us? The ship was wrecked on the rocks and all the cargo disappeared. You didn’t do it? You didn’t steal the wine?”

Dienwald just shook his head. “Of course not. Are you sure, Kassia, that your wondrous lord didn’t do it? He feared losing the wager to me, you know, and was at his wits’ ends to find a way out of humiliating himself.”

“Nay, don’t try to win her to your side, you sly-lipped cockscomb.”

Kassia laughed. “The both of you be still. ’Tis obvious that another rogue stole the wine, my lord. Drink your ale and forget your wager.”

“But who?” Dienwald said as he accepted a flagon from Margot.

“Roland is in Cornwall,” Graelam said.

“I don’t believe it! Roland de Tournay! He’s really here?”

“Aye, he’s here. I heard it from a tinker who’d traveled the breadth of Cornwall.”

“Aye, the tinker was here not long ago, but I was not.” More’s the pity, he thought, that the fellow hadn’t as yet returned. He was seeing that strip of dirty leather tying Philippa’s hair back. A narrow ribbon of pale yellow would be beautiful with her hair color. “He told you of Roland?”

“It seems that Roland stopped him, brought him to his camp in the forest of Fentonladock, and instructed him to tell me of his coming—not the why of it, but just that he would be at Wolffeton. I do wonder what he wants. You and Roland were boys fostering together, were you not? At Bauderleigh Castle with Earl Charles Massey?”

“Aye, we were. Old Charles was a proper devil, mean and evil and hard, but we both survived to become mean and evil and hard. I’ve not heard from Roland in five years.”

“He went with Edward to go crusading, as did I. I didn’t see him much in the Holy Land, but he survived, thankfully.”

“I wonder how he does and what he wants with you.”

“I am to meet him at Wolffeton in two weeks’ time. He will tell me then. I was told that he used his talents spying for Edward whilst in the Holy Land. A Muslim he was, becoming so like them they never guessed he was an Englishman. He was an intimate of the sultan himself, so it was said.”

“He’s a dark-skinned bastard, looks like a heathen.”

Graelam shrugged. “Aye, and his eyes are as black as a fanatical priest’s and his tongue as smooth as an asp’s.”

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wench with me. She would enjoy—” The instant it was out of his mouth, Dienwald wanted to kick himself.

Graelam, a man of subtlety when he so wished, inquired mildly, “Who is the wench, Dienwald? She was the one astride you, I gather? Sporting in the mud with you?”

“Aye.

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