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Although his birth was noble enough, his family was land-poor and considered somewhat disreputable
among the great clans. GweniverтАЩs kin, however, had always treated him as an equal. He grabbed both
of her hands in his and squeezed them hard.

тАШGwen, by all the gods, it gladdens my heart to see you alive. When the news came in of AvoicтАЩs
death, I was sick, wondering if you and your sister had come to harm. I would have ridden north
straightaway, but our liege wouldnтАЩt allow it.тАЩ

тАШDoubtless he didnтАЩt want to lose you and your men along with ours. MaccyтАЩs safe in the temple, and
Mam along with her.тАЩ

With a grin, Gwetmar draped himself into a chair. Gweniver perched on the windowsill and
considered him.

тАШNow here,тАЩ he said. тАШAre you truly going to ride with us?тАЩ

тАШI am. I want a chance at vengeance even if I die for it.тАЩ

тАШI understand that. I pray to every god that theyтАЩll let me cut down AvoicтАЩs killer. Listen, if we live till
fall, IтАЩll join my men to yours and help with this feud.тАЩ

тАШMy thanks. I was hoping youтАЩd say somewhat like that, because IтАЩve been thinking about the Wolf
lands. TheyтАЩre MaccyтАЩs now, or they will be if the King grants my petition to let them pass in the female
line. But IтАЩm still the elder as well as a priestess, and sheтАЩs cursed well going to marry the man I pick for
her.тАЩ

тАШAnd no doubt youтАЩll pick a good one.тАЩ Gwetmar looked away, suddenly melancholy. тАШMaccy
deserves no less.тАЩ

тАШListen, you dolt, IтАЩm talking about you. I know MaccyтАЩs always been a coldhearted little snip to you,
but now sheтАЩd marry the Lord of Hell himself to get out of that temple. I have no intention of telling any
other land-hungry lord where she is until youтАЩve had a chance to send her messages.тАЩ
 тАШGwen! I happen to honestly love your sister, not just her lands!тАЩ

тАШI know. Why do you think IтАЩm offering her to you?тАЩ

He tossed his head back and laughed, as bright as the sun breaking through storm clouds.

тАШNever did I think IтАЩd have a chance to marry her,тАЩ he said at last. Taking the WolfтАЩs name and the
WolfтАЩs feud seem a cursed small price to pay.тАЩ

Gwetmar escorted her down to the great hall. Along one side was a raised dais, where the King and
the noble-born ate their meals. Although Glyn was nowhere to be seen, a number of lords were sitting
there, idly drinking ale while they listened to a bard play. Gweniver and Gwetmar sat down with Lord
Maemyc, an older man whoтАЩd known GweniverтАЩs father well. He stroked his gray mustaches and looked
her over sadly, but to her relief he said not a word about the road sheтАЩd chosen to ride. Now that the
King had given his approval, no one would dare question her choice.

The talk turned inevitably to the summerтАЩs fighting ahead. Things promised to be slow. After the
bloody campaigns of the last few years, Cerrmor simply didnтАЩt have enough men to besiege Dun