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529 pages, Paperback
First published August 1, 1991
"Your cousin so maladroit, Judith. Does he not know how to kneel?"
For a moment, Judith prayed for a miracle: the earth to yawn beneath Adelaide and swallow her on the instant. "It is like taking exercise, cherie. If seldom practiced, there is a certain stiffness."
Robin smiled amiably at the young Norman. "Price a bit high?"
"He says his horse is better bred than yourself; that lords do not go afoot. Nor does the son of the Count of the Vexin sleep in a stable."
"Why not?" Robin countered. "It was good enough for Jesus."
Watching him, she was taken with a sudden fit of giggles. "Men, roosters, boars, you're all the same. I've said yes, so you think: Right, let's get on with the bedding."
"Weeping Jesus, I've thought no such--"
"Don't be wroth, Robin, just a bit of fun!"
"Alan, have you ever pondered on the magic of changes?" He held up his knife with a chunk of steaming ham impaled thereon. "When we raise the beast, it's a pig. On a Norman table it becomes pork."
"He lives for this. I have to live through this."