He felt his heart lift a little. ‘Even though it has put you in danger?’
She waved one tiny hand.
‘Life is full of danger, Raoul. One must do what is right and helping the villagers was right.’
Raoul walked on, his head spinning at her words. She saw these things as he did. How had he ever thought her arrogant? Spirited, yes, headstrong and wilful, perhaps, but when he thought of the way she had worked with him to help the villagers and her bravery today, when Valerin had threatened her with heaven knows what, his heart was almost bursting with...
With what, respect? Admiration?
Her soft voice brought his wandering mind back to the present.
‘Where do we go now? Did you find a ship to take us out of Rouen?’
They were approaching a tavern and he stopped, realising that hunger was affecting his ability to think logically.
‘Let us go in here. I have not eaten anything since we broke our fast together this morning.’
‘Nor I.’
‘Then we shall dine in here and I can tell you of my success. Or lack of it.’
The tavern was gloomy, but that was to their advantage. He looked about and chose a small table in one shadowy corner where they could talk undisturbed. Raoul sat on the bench facing the entrance, keeping one eye on everyone who came in. He had deliberately chosen a table near the back door, where they could make their escape if necessary. A serving wench had brought them wine and bread and gone off to the kitchens to order their food.
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