“You must eat this—all of it,” she said decidedly. “Here, Duke—here is your share.”
After she had unbound his hands, Ross sat up and silently devoured the food to the last crumb.
“I thought you were hungry,” she said as she took the platter from his hands. “Do you want anything more?”
“I’d like some water.”
She brought it to him.
“That’s all,” he said, as he returned her the cup. “I thank you for your kindness.”
“And you would like to have your liberty?” she queried in a half-mocking tone.
“Of course,” he answered gravely.
“To join in a war against my people?”
“Against England,” he corrected.