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head, the sharply indrawn breath, the sudden tensing of his heavy shoulders. The assignment was a complete surprise to him. Was this the jest the Queen had spoken of when she entered the keep? Obviously Simon was a trusted and much loved servant. Was that good or bad? At least Alinor was in no doubt about the feelings of her vassals. She could hear almost explosive sighs of relief from Sir Andre and Sir John.
The Queen gestured Sir Simon forward. For one short instant before he bent his knee to her, their eyes locked. The Queen's lips twitched. She had a feeling that Lady Alinor would not be the easiest ward to control. Nonetheless, she remained perfectly grave and her voice did not quiver. The Queen had long practice in subduing unseemly mirth.
"Do you, Sir Simon, swear to deal honestly and justly with the vassals and lands of Lady Alinor, and, saving the King's grace and honor, do all in your power to maintain her honor and benefit."
"I swear."
The face, which Alinor could now see, was as set and expressionless as a steel mask, and under the weathered brown showed a like gray shade that spoke of pallor. Alinor felt indignant. She could not believe herself to be so onerous a burden. Sir Simon came to his feet and a crooked finger brought Sir Andre and Sir John forward.
"Do you accept Sir Simon as King's warden?"
The voices answered in chorus. "Saving our lady's honor and grace, I do so swear."
The Queen's lips folded hard. That was not the answer she desired or expected. There was, however, no way to make them amend it to a simple acceptance without dangerous resentment, not only in them but in all the witnesses. The momentary pique passed, and she smiled.
"Well then, we have done our business. You are all

 
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