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Stephen of Wilmont to be a better match for his daughter than lowly Edwin of Tinfield.
    Had the apoplexy somehow affected William’s mind more than anyone at Branwick, including Marian, wanted to admit?
    “Your daughter considers me suitable.”
    “My daughter also believes herself capable of overseeing Branwick and her dower lands without assistance.” William tilted his head. “If Carolyn considers you more suitable than Edwin, then why is she out riding with him instead of attending you?”
    Stephen couldn’t comment on Carolyn’s ability to manage her and her father’s lands, but he was fairly sure of why Carolyn had dragged Edwin out of the keep.
    “To test my resolve. Carolyn wants to know if I insult easily, and if I can give back as good as she gives. I suspect her elderly husbands could not.”
    The corner of William’s mouth twitched. “I gather you believe you can?”
    “Aye, I believe I can.”
    “We shall see.”
    William’s attention swerved to the sound of little feet pounding across the rushes.
    Stephen turned in time to see the twins pull up short behind Armand. He recognized them as Audra and Lyssa, the peasant girls he’d seen earlier.
    His first thought was to shield them against their lord’s anger at being interrupted. The smile on William’s face belied all trace of ire.
    To Stephen’s amazement, William beckoned the girls forward. “Back so soon?”
    Lyssa nodded. “Cook plopped the eggs into the soup kettle to boil.”
    Stunned that the girls had been allowed to interrupt, Stephen glanced down at the basket Audra held. Six hard-cooked eggs lay nestled within.
    William looked up behind the girls. “Where is your mother?”
    “Wrapping the altar cloth.” Audra held up the basket. “Can we eat these while they are yet warm?”
    William patted the bed, an invitation the girls readily accepted. Before Lyssa hopped up on the bed, she flashed Stephen a sunny smile.
    “Would you care to share our eggs, Lord Stephen?”
    Stephen doubted William would appreciate it, and decidedto take his leave while the old lord was in a good mood. He chucked Lyssa under the chin, grateful that at least one female at Branwick considered him worthy of her regard.
    “My thanks, little one, but I would not think to deprive you of your treat. We shall continue our talk later, William.”
    Stephen left the bedside, Armand at his heels. He headed for the door, hoping a brisk walk might help clear up some of his confusion.
    Apparently William de Grasse had gleaned information, and little of it good, on Stephen of Wilmont from someone. Carolyn? Possibly. Marian? Hellfire, had she carried her irritation with him too far, belittled him to her uncle? Somehow he couldn’t bring himself to see Marian as vindictive.
    Why were two little girls allowed the freedom of the great hall without the supervision of their mother? Strange, that. Children simply weren’t allowed to interrupt their lord for any reason, but the twins had been joyously welcomed.
    Like Richard with his ward. Or Gerard with his sons. Could it be…?
    “Armand, see if you can find out if Carolyn has any half sisters she has not told me about.”
    Marian chose to sit at a trestle table near the door even though she and the girls were entitled to seating near the dais. Once this meal ended, soon now, she could make her escape without too many people taking note.
    She sat between the girls to keep order and ensure they both ate appropriately. Her intent to concentrate on the twins worked for the most part, but ’twas hard notto glance occasionally at the four people seated at the dais.
    Strapped into a chair, William held sway over the meal with a vigor that usually eluded him. He would sleep hard and long this night. To his left, Edwin of Tinfield carried the greater part of the conversation. The two men had known each other for many years and never lacked for conversation.
    To William’s right sat Carolyn, and next to her, Stephen.
    Carolyn was