She sighs lightly. "I suppose it is late, my lord." She does not exactly answer, but pauses for a moment. "I must say that you are not what I have come to expect from a vassal knight. I think I shall enjoy this marriage very much, which is more than a woman of my standing could dare hope for." She takes your hand in hers, and presses it to her cheek. Despite the chill, her skin is warm to the touch.
"Until tomorrow then," she says, and releases your hand.
You take her back to her father, who rises as you approach. "Come, Habren. We are past due." He gives you a firm but not disapproving eye as you kiss Habren's hand again,and elicit another blush. Then they are gone.
With Suger no where to be found, you look to face a long dark walk to your tent. But as you make to leave the pavilion, Haydn appears with a servant in tow carrying a lantern. "My Lord Rodric, it would be my pleasure to escort you to your tent. The way can be treacherous in the dark."
You walk on in a companionable silence, your thoughts on a beautiful, petite woman with long brown hair.
