“Raoul,” said his master, “have you heard aught yet of the Lady Alicia of Possingworth?”
“Yes, my lord, but not good news.”
“Tell them without more grimace.”
“She has placed herself under the protection of the Earl of Leicester.”
Drogo swore a deep oath.
“We were too weak, my lord, to interrupt the party, and we did not know in time what they were about. But one thing I heard the demoiselle said, which you should hear, although it may not be pleasant.”
“Well!”
“Although my first love be dead, I will never marry a man who poisoned his aunt.”
“They have to prove it—let them.”
“My lord, the old hag who sold you the phial, as she says, yet lives, and I fear prates.”