They were both strong men, but she guessed instinctively which was the stronger.
Gorlois turned suavely again, with his courage strung like a steel bow.
“I am a queer fellow,” he said.
Igraine began to bind her hair.
“If I ever loved a woman—”
“Well, my lord?”
“She could be ambitious to her heart’s content. The more her pride flamed, the better I should like her.”
Igraine frowned.
“She would be intolerable.”
Gorlois arched his eyebrows, and covered his convictions with a laugh.