was so much he had to account for. Today would be a start.
Beldon drew a deep breath. ‘All right—what do you plan to do about Philippa now that you’re home to stay?’
Valerian chuckled, intent on the plant before him. ‘It’s not so easy as what I intend to do, Beldon. Philippa’s a stubborn woman. She’ll do what she pleases and I am afraid she’s not convinced I am in her best interest.’
Valerian looked up in time to see Beldon’s brows furrow as he tried to work through his statement.
‘I don’t really understand the difficulty,’ Beldon began. ‘The two of you were in love once, she’s free to pursue her own interests now and you’re still in love with her. Beyond a little wooing, I don’t see the problem.’
Poor Beldon, Valerian mused. He knew so much and yet so little of the details. Valerian took mercy on his friend. He set down his garden shears and leaned across the rough-hewn work table. ‘Listen, Beldon. The night you found her crying in the garden, she wasn’t crying because she had to forgo me and marry Cambourne. She was crying because I purposely broke her heart. She thought I was going to propose that evening.
‘Instead, I told her I wanted her to marry Cam-bourne, that what we shared together was nothing more than a young man’s dalliance.’ Valerian winced at the last. Surely, Beldon would forsake his seed sorting and send him a rounder across the jaw. He deserved no less.
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