"Why? Is there anything new?"
"No, but I felt it at Robin Hill, and among my people."
"But—" stammered Jon, "at Robin Hill—it was all smooth—and they've said nothing to me."
"But they mean to stop us. Your mother's face was enough. And my father's."
"Have you seen him since?"
Fleur nodded. What mattered a few supplementary lies?
"But," said Jon eagerly, "I can't see how they can feel like that after all these years."
Fleur looked up at him.
"Perhaps you don't love me enough."
"Not love you enough! Why-I—"