Fulk had no need to shirk the other’s eyes.
“Never a word. I have lived the forest life.”
“Who knows the truth? She—who——! Damnation, it was her splendour to mate with such a man, and no shame.”
He turned his head, and stared at the water running past, his hand still on Fulk’s shoulder.
“If we had but such a Prince! Bah! what am I saying?”
His eyes flashed up to Fulk’s.
“Come now, what’s in your heart? Out with it. If you are the son of your father you will be gallant and generous.”
“I swear troth to the King. Let men call me a bastard if it pleases them; there is good blood in me.”
“Am I to trust you?”
“As you trusted the Prince.”