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"In fact," Llewelyn said, smiling, "I think they have heard all of the matter. There is little more we can do tonight. My lord of Pembroke, we will do ourselves more good in bed than devising plans on no basis but expectation." |
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Walter hesitated a bare heartbeat, then bowed and moved toward the door. Simon was already in the outer chamber. There was no doubt in Walter's mind that when he was gone Llewelyn would find some pretext to keep the earl, and plans would go forward. Walter was not offended. There was neither animosity nor contempt behind Llewelyn's action. It was natural for that devious man to trust no one he could not control. |
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There was nothing he could do about it, Walter realized. Nonetheless he quickened his step, wanting to catch up with Simon and discuss the matter with him. Simon was faithful to his lord, who was also his father-by-marriage, and he loved Llewelyn, too, but he would be willing to speak his mind to Walter. It was not only a matter of trust, although Simon did trust Walter. Simon was amused by Llewelyn's devices. He was, Walter thought, growing more and more Welsh. |
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