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On the other hand； the story of Soresina's very public contrition and her open…armed； kneeling wele of the poet was certainly going the rounds of the castles and towns。 That part of the tale Evrard would encourage for all he was worth。 Signe wondered if he'd bedded the woman after all。 It was possible； but it didn't much matter。 On the whole； and however improbably； it looked as if everyone might end up happy in this affair。
Although that optimistic thought certainly didn't factor in the moods and caprices of En Bertran de Talair； who was； for reasons of his own； currently bestowing the honour of his presence on the doubtlessly overwhelmed young couple in Castle Baude。 Mallin de Baude was reported to be a man of some ambition； he wanted to rise in the world； to move among the circles and the councils of the great； not remain mewed up in his eyrie among the sheep and goats and terraced olive trees of his family estates。 Well； the great of the world； or one of them at any rate； had e to him now。 Mallin was probably about to discover some of the implications of his dreaming。
Signe shook her head。 There was folly at work here； she had no doubt。 Bertran often essayed his wilder escapades in the spring； she had e to that realization long ago。 On the other hand； she supposed it was better that he pursue whatever it was that had drawn him to those high pastures near the Arimondan passes than the killing matters of earlier in the year。
In any case； she had no real leisure to spend dwelling on such affairs。 Ariane ruled the Court of Love now。 Signe had Gorhaut to deal with； a dangerous peace signed in the north and rather a great deal more。 And she had to do it alone now； with only the memory…the harvest and the torment of my days…of Guibor's voice to guide her along the increasingly narrow paths of statesmanship。
There was a new fashion among the younger troubadours and nobles…she even thought Ariane might approve of it： they were writing and saying now that it was ill…bred； in bad taste if not actually impossible； for a wife to love her husband。 That true love had to flow freely from choices made willingly； and marriage could never be a matter of such free choice for men or women in the society they knew。
The world was changing。 Guibor would have laughed at that new conceit with her； and said exactly what he thought of it； and then he might have taken her in his arms and she could have laced her hands in his hair and they would have proven the young ones wrong in this； as in so many other things； within the private； enchanted； now…broken circle of their love。
She turned from the window； from the view of the river below； from memories of the past； and nodded to the two young girls。 It was time to dress and go down。 Roban would be waiting； with all the needs of the present； imperious in their clamour to be addressed； drowning…as in a flooding of the river…the lost； murmuring voices of yesterday。
There was； of course； no light where he had chosen to keep watch； though there were brackets for torches on the walls of the stairwell。 It would have been a waste of illumination； no one had any business ing up these stairs after nightfall。
Blaise settled himself on one of the benches in the window recess nearest the second…floor landing。 He could see the stairs and hear any movement on them but would be hidden from anyone ing up。 Some men would have preferred to be visible； even torchlit； here on guard； to have their presence known and so function as a deterrent to anyone even contemplating an ascent。 Blaise didn't think that way： it was better； to his mind； to have such designs exposed。 If anyone was planning to make their way towards Soresina de Baude's chambers he wanted them to try； so he could see them and know who they were。
Though； in fact； he knew exactly who such a person would be tonight if there was to be an attempt； and so did Mallin de Baude…which is why Blaise was on guard here； and Hirnan； equally trusted； equally discreet； was outside the walls beneath the baroness's window。
Bertran de Talair had a twenty…year reputation for being exceptionally determined and resourceful in pursuit of his seductions。 Also successful。 Blaise had no real doubt that if the troubadour duke of Talair did manage to make his way to Soresina's bed his reception would be considerably different from what Evrard of Lussan's had been earlier in the year。
He made a sour face； thinking about that； and leaned back； putting his booted feet up on the opposite bench。 He knew it was unwise on guard duty at night to make himself too fortable； but he was used to this and didn't think he would fall asleep。 He had kept night watch over a number of different things in his time； including； as it happened； the women's quarters in more than one castle。 Guarding the womenfolk； virtually imprisoning them at night； was a part of the ordinary round of life in Gorhaut。 No hint there； not even a trace； of this subversive Arbonnais custom of encouraging poets to woo and exalt the women of the land。 The lords of Gorhaut knew how to protect what was theirs。
Blaise had even felt a carefully concealed satisfaction when Mallin de Baude； after a week of watching their very distinguished and equally notorious guest charm his wife； had asked his hired northern mercenary to quietly arrange protection for Soresina's rooms during En Bertran's last night in Castle Baude。 A balding； rumpled poet like Evrard was one thing； evidently； but the most celebrated nobleman in Arbonne was another。 Soresina's manner the past few days had offered proof enough of that。
Blaise had accepted the assignment and arranged to post Hirnan outside without so much as a word of ment or a flicker of expression on his face。 The truth was； he liked Mallin de Baude and would have thought less of him had the baron been oblivious or indifferent to the nuances that had been shaped since de Talair's arrival in their midst； not long after Evrard had departed again。
Remarkably enough； amusingly even； everyone in Castle Baude seemed to have been happy in the aftermath of the raid on Rian's Island。 In part because virtually no one knew there had been a raid。 As far as the folk of the castle and the countryside around were concerned； all they knew…all they needed to know； Mallin had stressed repeatedly to Blaise and the corans…was that Evrard of Lussan had reconsidered his position and had returned to the castle； escorted； by pre…arrangement； by a group of Mallin's best men and the northern mercenary who was leading and training them that season。
Hirnan and Maffour； who apparently knew Luth's grandmother； had been given the task of conveying to her what had happened to the hapless coran。 They returned with Maffour grinning wryly and Hirnan shaking his big head in bemusement： far from being distressed at her loss； the woman had been thrilled by their tidings。 Her grandson serving the goddess on Rian's Island had been a prophetic dream of hers years ago； the two corans reported。 Blaise had lifted his eyebrows in disbelief； he was clearly not going to be able to understand the Arbonnais for a long time yet； if ever。 Still； the woman's attitude was useful； an outcry of loss from her would have proven embarrassing。
In the meantime； Soresina's public reception of the prodigal poet had been almost touching in its emotion。 〃There's an actress in that one；〃 Maffour had whispered drily to Blaise as they stood to one side of the castle forecourt and watched the young baroness kneel and then rise to salute the troubadour with a kiss on each cheek and a third one on the lips。
〃There is in all of them；〃 Blaise had replied out of the side of his mouth。 Nonetheless； he too had been feeling rather pleased that morning； a sensation that continued when it became clear that although Evrard was not going to linger in Baude Castle…no one really wanted him to…he seemed to have accepted his abduction with a good humour that matched Mallin's own。
The poet offered one quickly…fashioned verse with an elaborately strung…together set of images about emerging from a dark cave； drawn upwards by a glow of light that turned out to be the radiance of Soresina de Baude。