Irvaine ushered me to the seat at his right hand. To my surprise, Rathenridge and his wife look seats to my right, leaving the left side of the table empty.
A lad in green livery poured the wine.
“May we join you?” The query brought everyone’s attention to the left. Sir Landry loomed, a dark shadow in all black attire. With his beard and wild hair, his resemblance to a great bear grew hard to ignore. Rolendis Briaren appeared tiny as she lingered a few steps behind him.
Irvaine and Rathenridge stood almost in unison.
Landry bowed. “I found the lady lingering in the passage to the kitchens. She tells me she fears she is not welcome here.”
Keeping her attention on the wooden platform beneath her feet, Rolendis said, “I am not certain of my place now that …” She looked up into Irvaine’s eyes.
Sitting, I could not judge the message she emoted at Irvaine. I could only read the infinitesimal tightening of his shoulders. He stepped back and rested a hand on the back of my chair.
“You are welcome at our table. As my wife promised your father, we will be certain you and your child are cared for.”
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