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marked by a regular and noticeable descent into his cups.
    Champlain occupied a position second only to his own in the army of knights to be called up by William at a moment’s notice, the terms under which the spoils of the bloody campaign in Hendsmille had been awarded. Although Champlain had fulfilled the demands of his service well over the years, it bothered the baron that Champlain did not recognize William for the fool that he was.
    De Silva’s sneer deepened. “Nay, I do not see that all rebellion against William is doomed from the start. Unlike you, I recognize that each rebellion William crushed after becoming king was inadequate in someway. I also recognize that it is the thoughts of men like you—men without vision—that have allowed William what ever successes he has achieved.”
    Champlain responded with unexpected vehemence, “You seem to forget William’s vengeance in the north when rebel insurrection occurred there. William allowed no house or human being to remain standing between York and Durham when Earl Edwin and Earl Morcar revolted. He left his subjects with no doubt of his intentions should others attempt to thwart him.”
    “You doubtless speak of the Saxon populace who still consider us intruders. I tell you they are an inept, cowardly scum.”
    “That
inept scum
fought bravely, as the amount of blood that was shed can attest.”
    “You speak of the bloodshed as if you feel a sense of regret in that which was predestined. Shedding blood proves my superiority over those who fall under my sword!”
    Champlain responded with continued vehemence. “You know well that I have shed the blood of many in William’s service, and that I have no regrets.”
    “Well, then…”
    “But I do not shed blood wantonly! I have matured past that part of my life, and I will not participate in mass destruction when it is unnecessary.”
    Smiling at the spark of determination that had entered his friend’s eyes, de Silva responded, “When it is unnecessary…yet you know that William’s reign will be tested again and again because he is unworthy. He exhibits fealty for his wife but does not acknowledgethe efforts of those who have served him as loyally and well.”
    “He has exhibited loyalty for those—”
    “I will not argue with you! Yet I tell you now that the time has come. Cnut, son of King Swein of Denmark, is ready to make his move. I have been in communication with him, and he is readying two hundred ships that he intends to sail against William. I am of royal blood, and I intend to profit from that endeavor.”
    “Cnut is doomed to failure.”
    “Not with our help!”
    Taking a backward step, Champlain stated firmly, “I am your servant, but I challenge your decision.”
    “Cnut’s attitude is encouraging.” De Silva paused, and then asked abruptly, “I would know now if you would join with me and the army I command when that occurs.”
    His gaze narrowing, Champlain considered his response. Finally speaking, he said, “I have talked freely with you and have voiced my concerns, but I would have you know that my loyalty…is primarily yours.”
    Turning abruptly toward the door when he realized that Martin Venoir had entered and stood listening to their discussion, Champlain added, “I speak for Martin as well—do I not, Martin?”
    De Silva studied the younger man who had entered his quarters unexpectedly. Martin had dark hair that bore no streaks of gray, a face that was unmarked by age, and a well-muscled form. Yet the soberness in Martin’s dark eyes bespoke a cynicism beyond his years as the younger man replied, “You speak for me, Champlain. What ever the question, my thoughts are yours.”
    Satisfied, Champlain turned back to the baron with a frown. “I need ask only one question: If you are unhappy with William’s reign, why do you seek his approval by raising a cathedral on this land?”
    “I am not a fool.”
    “Meaning?”
    “Meaning…” The baron swept the knights