‘You haven’t answered her question,’ said Bertran de Talair.
Blaise of Gorhaut smiled again, the same wry, sideways expression as before; Lisseut had a sense that he’d almost been expecting that from the duke. She wondered how long they’d known each other. ‘I’m here, aren’t I?’ he said quietly. ‘If I agreed with those laws I’d be home right now, wouldn’t I, very likely wed to a properly disciplined woman, and very likely plotting an invasion of Arbonne with the king and all the corans of Gorhaut.’ He raised his voice at the end, quite deliberately. Lisseut, out of the corner of her eye, saw the Portezzans at their booth by the near wall exchange quick glances with each other.
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