“You forget,” her hands pressed upon her belly, “I am no maid, nor widow, and yet I carry—”
“Have you not Gunnora’s promise upon the subject? The child will be wholly yours. One welcome holds for you both.”
She studied his face, determined to make sure if he meant that. What she read there—she caught her breath, her hands rising to her breast, pressing hard upon the talisman.
“Come as you promise to Lethendale,” she said in a low voice. “You shall be welcome and have your answer in good seeming.”