SO I TOLD HER. Everything.

Of Sophie, and our village. Of my journey to the Holy Land, the terrible fighting there. Of my moment with the Turk... how I was saved, freed, to come back, to see Sophie again.

Then I told Emilie of the horrible truth that I'd found upon my return.

My voice cracked and my eyes filled with tears as I spoke. It was why I had been wandering the woods like a madman before they had come upon me.WhyI had to get to Treille...

All the while, Emilie seemed riveted by my tale, never once interrupting. I knew that much of what I said must have brushed against the fantasies of her upbringing. Yet never once did she react as a spoiled noble. She did not question my desertion from the army, nor take offense at my ire toward Norcross and Baldwin. And when I came to why I so desperately needed to get to Treille, her eyes glistened. Indeed, I understand, Hugh.

She leaned forward, placing a hand upon mine. I see that you have been truly wronged. You must go to Treille and find your wife. But what do you intend to do, go there as one man? Without arms or access to the duke's circle? Baldwin is well-known here for what he is: a self-serving goat who sucks his own duchy dry. But what will you do, call him out on the field of battle? Challenge him? You will only get yourself tossed in a cell, or killed..

You speak like Sophie would have, I said. But even if it seems crazy, I have to try. I have no choice in this.

Then I will help you, Hugh, Emilie whispered, if you let me.

I looked at her, both confused and overwhelmed by her trust and resolve. Why do you do this for me? You are highborn yourself. You attend the royal court.

I told you the first time, Hugh De Luc. It is your smile that saves you.

I think not, I said, and dared to hold my gaze on her. You could have left me on the road. My troubles would have died along with me.

Emilie averted her eyes. I will tell you, but not now............