Hot Summer's Knight
“she asked, “I could hear footsteps on the stairs. You’ll be pleased to know I did as you asked, and stayed here.”“The wedding’s off,” Gilbert answered.“Is it? Really?” She flung her arms around his neck and kissed him. As soon as she felt the beginnings of his response, she drew back. That was enough, for now.“The Lady’s gone,” he said.“Gone? Left the castle? Left Betizac?” She barely restrained the exhilaration rising within her.He nodded. “We must leave too, at first light, when the portcullis is raised.”“Leave? Us? Why?”“It’s not safe for you here, Jessamine. Come with me, I’ll make a life for you somehow. We don’t have to go to England if you don’t want to. There’s the Italian states, Castile, even the Steppes of Russia or far Cathay, if you’d like to go there.”“But the wedding’s off, you said.” She pulled herself out of his arms.“It is, but I don’t see what that’s got to do with us.”There is no ‘us’, she thought.“Please Jessamine,”
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