The approaching riders put a damper on the celebration but only for a moment.
Arthur held both hands aloft and said, “It is nothing with which to be alarmed. It is my friend, Baron Guy D’airelle, whom I am expecting. Tonight, we will feast.”
Margot tensed, and I looked at wide eyes staring at me from her pale face. Then, “Dear God,” she said and ran off like a deer before the hounds.
I recalled Margot telling me that after several failed attempts to marry her off, he attempted to put her in a convent. I wondered if that was why he was here.