"In Outremer?"
Hugh turned to find the sardonic features of Mocenigo at his elbow.
"In Outremer, Messer Mocenigo," he repeated.
Mocenigo eyed him as Hugh had seen knights watch each other in the lists.
"Mayhap I, too, shall have the pleasure of meeting you there," said the Italian smoothly—"if you come."
"I shall come."
Mocenigo smiled and kneed his horse forward. There was that in his smile which was an answer—and might have been a threat.
The cavalcade began to move.
"God keep you, Hugh," said Edith hastily. "If I hear of Sir James, you shall know."
"Our Lady guard you," returned Hugh.