The Scarlet Lion
“"It won't make any difference, will it? What are you going to say?" "I'll cross that bridge when I come to it," Will answered, deliberately busy with his task so that he did not have to meet his companion's scornful amber gaze. "My father has asked to see me and I'm not going to refuse him." "I would." "I'm not you." Will's friendship with de Forz had cooled considerably over the months they had spent in each other's company in London. At first de Forz had been a bolster to Will's fury an...d grief over Alais's death, and a tenuous connection with her since he was her half-brother, but as Will began to find a modicum of balance, he had started to notice things about de Forz that made him uneasy. He was always aggrandising himself at the expense of others. He clad himself richly but doled out alms and charity from a grudging fist, and he was casually cruel. If a dog got underfoot, he kicked it out of the way with enough force to make it yelp. A pargeter's lad had accidentally spilled limewash on de Forz's cloak yesterday and de Forz had cut him across the cheek with his riding whip, inflicting a vicious wound. As Will swung into the saddle and prepared to leave, de Forz detained him with a hand on his bridle.MoreLess
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