and Lord Urien her father. But she could not avoid the question, so she chose one of her occupations.
‘I am an astringer,’ she answered.
Teague stopped in front of her. ‘An astringer?’
She hated that incredulous smug tone. She was good as an astringer and people needed her. ‘I work with hawks.’
‘It’s an unusual occupation for a woman,’ he persisted.
‘Any occupation is unusual for a woman, but that is what I do,’ she said.
‘There are other occupations that women do that are not quite so...unique.’
‘How like a man to think bearing children is a woman’s only occupation,’ she retorted.
‘It wasn’t the bearing of children I had in mind.’
Anwen’s face heated. She should have known he would turn their conversation to appeal to his lust. But whatever purpose he had in embarrassing her shouldn’t matter. Her entire desire was to return to Brynmor and be done with the conversation.
‘These are not questions I can provide answers to,’ she retorted. ‘You talk this way to embarrass me and I’ve little knowledge or care as to why. All I know is I am held here against my will and given no courtesy as to the reasons.’ She wasn’t worried about fainting or weakness or her head aching. Anger and frustration kept her strong now. ‘You’ve now asked your questions, and I want mine answered. Can I go free?’
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