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“I am Sir George Ashby-Kidd,” George grabbed her hand before his brother could get to it. “And this is my dastardly brother, Sir Aimery. You should make all effort to stay away from him. He’s a fool.”

George grinned as he kissed her hand, while Aimery scowled at him and yanked her hand away before his brother could finish kissing it. Not to kiss the same place his brother had, he flipped her hand over and deposited a rather lingering kiss on the inside of her wrist.

“Sir Aimery Ashby-Kidd, my lady, your devoted servant,” he said. “If there is anyone to watch out for, it is my brother. He has the tongue of a serpent.”

Chrystobel was taken aback by the bold young knights and their idea of gallantry. Wellesbourne slapped Aimery on the back of the head and took the lady’s hand away.

“Good God,” he growled, pulling her away. “Idiots, both of you. Go sit down before you make complete jackasses of yourselves.”

Keller watched as Wellesbourne took Chrystobel to the other side of the dais, politely seating her and making sure she had an adequate amount of wine. George and Aimery were caught up arguing with each other, leaping on the serving wench when she brought more wine and nearly knocking the woman to the ground. They tended to drink in excess and tonight was to be no exception. But Keller stood back, watching the scene before him, absorbing it. Wellesbourne was much more comfortable with women than he was and he observed the man as he made small talk with Chrystobel. Since William was already married to a woman he adored, Keller presumed, correctly, that Wellesbourne knew much more about conversing with women than he did. Keller would make sure to study his mannerisms and try to emulate them.

Keller’s gaze was drawn to Chrystobel. She was an exquisite woman and his initial observation of her had not been wrong. Truth be told, as his interest in her grew, so did his intimidation. He was forty-one years old. She was barely twenty. She was young and beautiful and he began to think it rather tragic that she had been forced to marry an old man. But, on the other hand, he thought it a rather positive situation for him. Perhaps she was just what he needed after a love lost. Perhaps he should at least give her that chance. There could be nothing worse for the woman to be married to an old man whose heart was made of stone.

Taking a deep breath for courage, he made his way over to the dais and sat on the opposite side of Chrystobel. As the storm outside began to thunder and more men from his Corps wandered into the hall in preparation of supper, Keller poured himself a chalice of wine and sat silently as Wellesbourne told Chrystobel of a trip he and his wife took to Paris after they were married.

“I have only been as far as Aberystwyth,” she told William. “I have spent my entire life at Nether.”

William could see Keller’s face on the other side of Chrystobel. “Perhaps your husband will take you to London and Paris someday,” he said, glancing at the man. “It is a trip every young woman should make at least once in her life.”

Chrystobel turned to Keller, looking at him for the first time at close range. His eyes were a very dark shade of blue. It was an interesting color she had never seen before. He had a long, straight nose and a granite-square jaw. But she could see up close that his skin was weathered and rough, a man who had seen much of the elements and hard times in his life. Still, it added a certain character to him. It was not unattractive in the least. She smiled faintly when he fixed on her with his intense blue eyes.

“If Sir Keller decides that I am worthy of a trip to London and Paris, I would indeed be honored,” she said after a moment. “Certainly I would like to hear the tale of any travels he has made also.”

Keller gazed back at her porcelain face, feeling an odd thumping in his chest. He remembered that thumping, once, and it had led to heartbreak. He should have fought the sensation but found that he could not. In spite of his reservations, he rather liked it. The heart of stone was beginning to show cracks.

“If a wedding trip is your wish, then I am sure it can be arranged,” he said. “As for my travels, I have been many places in the course of my duties.”

“Do you have a favorite destination, my lord?” she asked politely.

He thought a moment, his eyes steady on her. “I saw lands devoid of green when I went to The Levant,” he began. “Land with sand as far as the eye could see. And men with skin as black as tar. But it was warm there, far warmer than England or Wales.”

Chrystobel’s brown eyes widened. “You went on Richard’s Crusade?”

He nodded, as if not at all impressed with himself. “I was with the king when he captured Cyprus,” he said without a hint of pride in his tone. “I was in command of the first of four garrisons charged with holding the island for Richard and the French king, Philip Augustus. The island was a place of warm weather almost the entire year. I enjoyed it immensely.”

Chrystobel was still lingering on the fact that he had gone on crusade with King Richard. She had never met anyone who had actually participated on the legendary crusade that ended five years earlier. He did not seem at all impressed with himself but she certainly was.

“Forgive me, my lord, if this is not an appropriate subject to speak of,” she said respectfully. “But for a girl who has hardly ventured out of her home, I find the fact that you fought in the Holy Land fascinating. Could I beg you to tell me more stories of your adventures?”

Keller hadn’t talked of his duty in The Levant since almost the day he had returned. He didn’t like to talk about the friends he had lost or the struggles he had endured. They had been unimaginably brutal and difficult. But gazing into Chrystobel’s eager face, he found that he could not deny her request.

“Well,” he settled back with his wine, thinking a moment. More soldiers clamored into the hall and begin filling up the place with noise and stench, but he didn’t notice. He was focused on Chrystobel’s enthusiastic expression. “The first true battle I saw was outside of a city called Apollonia. It was the first time I saw camels.”

Her eyebrows lifted. “Camels?”

He tried to outline the shape of the animal with his hands. “ ’Tis a strange creature with humps on its back, long legs and big lips. The savages in the Holy Land even sleep with the beasts sometimes. They are treated like pets.”

She was properly awed. “A camel,” she repeated the odd name, listening to the sound of it. “Do you eat it?”

He shook his head. “No,” he moved to pour himself more wine as he warmed to the conversation. “The savages ride them, milk them, even race them. They can go for months without drinking water, which is a good thing considering the land does not see rain for months at a time.”

“Truly?” she was impressed with the animal’s ability to go without water. “What does it eat?”

“Grass, grain,” Keller looked around. “Speaking of eating, are we to be served? My men have been on the road since before dawn.”

Chrystobel suddenly leapt up. “My apologies, my lord. I was so swept up in conversation that I… forgive me. I shall see to it immediately.”

She fled as if the devil himself had just made a request of her. Both Keller and William watched her race off with some astonishment. Wellesbourne turned to Keller.