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  “And what about Miles?” Alyx asked. “He has heartily used Elizabeth Chatworth. I don’t think her brother will forgive him that.”

  Gavin and Judith exchanged looks and Judith spoke. “We have corresponded with Miles, and if the King gives permission, he is willing to marry Elizabeth.”

  “No doubt Roger Chatworth will welcome a Montgomery into his family with open arms,” Alyx smiled. “So! You’ll use the gift of the hawk to persuade the King. Does he like to go hawking?”

  Again, Gavin and Judith exchanged looks.

  “Alyx,” Gavin began, “we’ve been waiting to speak to you. We knew you wanted to spend some time with Catherine, but now there’s no more time to lose.”

  For some reason, Alyx began to feel a sense of dread. Absurd, of course, but still, cold little fingers went up her spine. “What did you want to talk to me about?”

  “Let’s go inside,” Judith said, handing the hawk to Simon.

  Once the old man was inside the stone falconery, Alyx stood her ground. “Tell me what I should know,” she said flatly.

  “Gavin!” Judith said. “Let me tell her. Alyx, the King doesn’t particularly care for hawking. Right now he cares for nothing or no one—except one thing.” She paused a moment. “Music,” Judith said quietly.

  Alyx stood still a moment, staring. “You want me to go to the King of England, sing him a song and while I’m there casually beg him to forgive my husband and to give the hand of a wealthy heiress to her sworn enemy?” She smiled. “Never have I said I was a magician.”

  “Alyx, you could do it,” Judith encouraged. “No one in the country has a voice or talent to match yours. He’ll offer you half of his kingdom if you but make him forget for an hour or so.”

  “The King?” Alyx sputtered. “What do I care for the King? I would love to play and sing for him. My concern is Raine. He’s spent a year trying to make me understand his sense of honor and now I do—at least to the extent that I know he wouldn’t thank me for begging before the King.”

  “But if you could get a pardon for Raine . . .” Judith argued.

  Alyx turned to Gavin. “Were you in Raine’s place, would you want Judith to go to the king for you or would you expect to fight your own battles?”

  Gavin’s face was serious. “It would not be easy for me to swallow such a humiliation.”

  “Humiliation!” Judith said. “If Raine were free, he could come home and we could be a family again.”

  “And our strife would be internal,” Gavin said. “I can see Alyx’s point. I don’t think she should go against her husband. We will all fight our own battles and keep the King out of this.”

  Judith seemed to want to reply, but as she looked from Gavin to Alyx, she remained quiet.

  But what made Alyx change her mind was Roger Chatworth’s growing anger. Gavin sent out spies and they came back with the news that Roger was vowing death to both Miles and Raine to revenge his young brother and the loss of his sister’s virtue.

  “Raine has no men to fight Chatworth,” Alyx said. “And will Miles last against a seasoned warrior such as Roger?”

  “He has the backing of all the Montgomery forces,” Gavin said quietly.

  “You are talking about war!” she yelled. “A private war which will cause you all to lose your lands and the King—” She stopped. Everything seemed to go back to the King.

  With tears in her eyes, she fled the room. Was she the only one who could possibly prevent a private war? She’d once told Jocelin she’d do anything to keep Raine alive, that she’d rather see him with another woman than dead. Yet he’d been so very, very angry when she did what she felt she had to. He did not want her to interfere in his life and especially in what he considered his honor.

  What if she kept quiet now, didn’t try to win a pardon from the King and there was a war? Would she be happy knowing Raine died with his honor intact? Or would she curse herself for all eternity for not at least trying to prevent the battles?

  With quiet dignity, she stood, smoothed her dress and went downstairs to the winter parlor where Judith and Gavin sat over a game of draughts.

  “I will go to the King,” Alyx said quietly. “I will sing with all my might and I will ask, plead, beg, whatever I have to do, to get him to pardon Raine and to arrange the marriage of Elizabeth and Miles.”

  * * *

  Alyx stood outside the King’s chamber, her body trembling so badly she feared her dress would fall off. What was she, a common lawyer’s daughter, doing here?

  A shout from inside the chamber and a sound of something breaking made her gasp. After a moment, a slim man tiptoed out of the room, a red mark on his cheek, a flute in his hand.

  He gave Alyx an insolent look. “He’s in a bad mood today. I hope there’s more to you than appears.”

  Alyx pulled herself up to all of her small height and glared at him. “Perhaps it’s the music he hasn’t heard today that’s put him in a bad temper.”

  The man grunted and left her alone.

  Alyx adjusted her dress again, a wonderful concoction of deep green velvet with sleeves and skirt inset so heavily embroidered with gold thread that the fabric was stiff. The dress had been Judith’s design and the embroidery was a fanciful arrangement of centaurs and fairies playing many musical instruments. “For luck,” Judith had said.

  “Come in and wait,” said a dark-clad man, just his head sticking out of the door. “His Majesty will hear you in a moment.”

  Alyx picked up her cittern, a magnificent thing of rosewood and inlaid ivory, and followed the man.

  The King’s chamber was a large room paneled in oak, richly done, but certainly no better than the rooms at Montgomery Castle. This surprised Alyx. Perhaps she’d expected the King’s rooms to be made of gold.

  She took the seat the man pointed to and watched. The King sat on a red-cushioned chair and Alyx wouldn’t have known he was the King except that occasionally someone would bow before him. He was a tall, somber, tired-looking man, and as he drank from a silver goblet, she saw he had few teeth and they were blackish. He frowned at the singer before him, and the young man’s nervousness was apparent in every word he sang. The air was charged with tension as the musician tried to please him.

  With the big room echoing as it did and everyone being so stiff, it was no wonder he was displeased, Alyx thought. None of the music made him forget for a moment his sadness. If I were in charge, I’d put the musicians together, challenge them with some new music. When they were enjoying themselves, the King would find pleasure.

  Alyx sat still for a moment longer. There were eleven musicians auditioning for the King today. Lately, he’d been staying alone in his rooms, refusing even to attend the Queen’s funeral. Alyx had had to wait a week to get this chance to play and sing for him. And would she shake and quiver before him as these others were doing?

  Think of Raine, she told herself. Think of all the Montgomerys.

  She took a deep breath and stood, offered a silent prayer of hope, then let her voice take over.

  “Here!” she said loudly to the singer. “You’ll have us all in tears. What we need is laughter and no more tears.”

  Someone put a cautioning hand on her arm, but Alyx looked straight at King Henry. “With your permission, Your Majesty.” She curtsied, and the King gave her a nonchalant wave.

  Alyx’s heart was in her throat. Now if she could just get the musicians to cooperate. “Can you play a harpsichord?” she asked a man who gave her a hostile look.

  “Wait your turn,” he hissed.

  “I have more to lose than you do. Perhaps together we can work some magic.” She cocked her head. “Or is your talent too limited?”

  The man, after one considering look, went to the harpsichord.

  As if they were all the choirboys she’d taught at Moreton, she began ordering the men about, giving them different instruments that were abundant in the room.

  Once they were seated or standing, she flew about, giving me