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тАЬMoncrief!? But he is my friend! I dine with him. IтАжтАЭ he blustered into silence.

She stared at him with what appeared to be compassion. тАЬI would be surprised to learn that Moncrief has
any friends, Lord Skye. You threaten him in some way. You are a favorite of the King and have His
MajestyтАЩs ear. Perhaps too much for MoncriefтАЩs liking.тАЭ

Skye leaned on the table. тАЬIt is unbelievable. Moncrief would not dare attack me.тАЭ

тАЬMoncrief dared to attack Enttone, Lord Skye. What is a mere citizen to him? Even one as influential as
yourself. After all, he has brought men down before. Powerful men.тАЭ

тАЬWhy have you done this?тАЭ Skye asked, stepping away from the table, eyeing this peculiar looking woman.

тАЬYou have many admirers, Lord Skye. We would not see you fall victim toтАж anyone. Trust me when I say
this. We are your friends. It is best that you leave now. Tell no one you were here. Is your driver to be
trusted?тАЭ

Skye nodded.

тАЬThen you should be gone.тАЭ

Skye nodded again, turning away without further urging. He was not sure what went on here, but escaping
this place seemed imperative.

At the bottom of the stairs, he turned to the young woman. тАЬIf this all proves to be true, Miss, 1 will be in
your debt.тАЭ

She nodded. тАЬSo it would appear, Lord Skye. But for nowтАжтАЭ She opened the door for him, and with a
quick bow he went out, opening the door to the carriage himself, and sending his surprised driver on.

He slumped back in his seat, a hand over his face. Had he just escaped ruin? It didnтАЩt seem possible.
Flames, but he should not wait in Avonel to find out.


Chapter Three
Memory is fiction, a narrative we write and rewrite to explain an ever-changing present, a story in which we are the hero, the
victim, the wronged or the incomparable lover. And if memory is fiction, what then is history?

Halden: Essays

The ride to ErasmusтАЩ home passed almost entirely in silence, as though Hayes were afraid the driver might
overhear them. Erasmus thought that something dire must have happened to frighten the young man so. He
looked positively haunted, and this was not helped by the fact that he was rather poorly dressed and smelled
of wineтАФthough he appeared perfectly sober.

It came out that Hayes had visited the brothel only because heтАЩd been rescued by friends who were on
their way there. They were celebrating the coming marriage of one of their circle. An odd practice,
Erasmus thought. Apparently the groom-to-be had been stripped naked and tied to a woman, who was also
without clothing, and they would not be released until they had performed the act before the groomтАЩs
so-called friends. All rather difficult in that they had been tied in such a way as to make consummation