She shook her head. "They were not worth it—only idle curiosity concerning a new member of the Household I noticed in the Duke's chamber this afternoon." … She became interested in her cloak. "I do not now even recall his name," she added negligently.
De Lacy smiled and looked at the stars.
Presently she shot a quick glance up at him.
"Did you not meet him at the evening meal, Sir Ralph?"
"He was there—on the Duke's left," De Lacy answered carelessly.
"And his name?"
"De Lacy—-Aymer de Lacy."
"A good North of England name," she commented.
"Aye, it once ran with Clare in Yorkshire," he answered.
"The Clares are done," said she, and sighed a bit.