EMILIE DID NOT hear cheering. Why?

She knew a fierce battle was under way. She'd heard the pounding gallop of horsemen leaving the city, the walls shaking with their strides.

Oh,God , she thought, that could only mean Stephen had attacked. Hugh's army was now fighting for its life.

Emilie could not bring herself to look out the window of her cell.How could God let this ruthless bastard win? Fight ,Hugh ,fight. But she knew the odds were against him.

She waited for the roar, close by, announcing victory. It would tell her Stephen's killers had done their job. That Hugh was dead.

But there was no roar.

After the first rumble of horsemen there was only the clash of metal, the gnashing din of battle, far-off cries. Then, in the distance, a trail of cheers. Why were the ranks on the wall so silent? She finally pulled herself up on her mat.

No cheering... Could Hugh have won? Was it possible?

Suddenly the bolt jangled and the door was flung open.

Stephen was there, his eyes fierce. Two soldiers followed him into the cell.

She forced a smile. I hear no cheers coming from the walls, my lord. Why do I think the battle has not gone your way?