Despite the circumstances, Bayard’s wink made Claire smile slightly. The danger had passed, for the moment, and things were as they had always been between them.
Once the door closed, Claire cross the room to the stone jar in the corner. “I will first try to bring the fever down a little. I doubt I can but there’s no sense in not trying…”
♘— “Aye, whatever ye can do,” Bayard said softly. Leo looked so pale and weak, and he had odd, mixed feeling about the whole ordeal. Would it be simpler to bring about his death now, when he is asleep and at his weakest, than when he had grown and become a man. A knight, likely. Or would he be publicly executed before then?
Not wanting to really think on it, he stood and went into her kitchen and pulled off part of a grape vine and began to eat, leaning against the wall. The grapes were tart, just as he liked them. “How have you been faring, Claire? Did you find the herbs to your liking?”
