“Richard had always felt uncomfortable up on the dais, could never get over the feeling of being on display. He’d agreed to the placement tonight only to keep Gerard calm. So he sat beside Daymon, sharing his nephew’s trencher, waiting for the meal to be over so he could relax. Richard could have spared them all the unease of this meal by forbidding his charges to leave camp. But Ardith had insisted that she would be upset if not allowed to extend some form of basic hospitality. Gerard’s agreeme...nt hadn’t come easily, but when it did, Richard deferred to Gerard’s judgment. Philip ate as if the food were manna from heaven, and looked about him in awe at the splendor of Wilmont’s great hall. He seemed not to notice that nobody except his mother sat near him or talked to him. Lucinda was a Norman noblewoman, her rank higher than any other woman’s in the hall save for Ardith and Ursula. Yet she sat at the far end of the tables—Gerard’s doing—pretending not to notice the insult.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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