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the lake. His smile broadened.
    Catheryn did not return the smile. “Do not misunderstand me, Selwyn; it is not that the love note does not please me. It is more that I do not understand the poem’s intentions…it is just so difficult to comprehend.”
    Catheryn fluttered her eyelashes at him, breathing a sigh of pain as if it were the worst thing in the world not to understand such a marvellous love note. She saw the confusion in his eyes, and laughed inwardly. What a typical man – so quick to assume that she was a fool, and desperate to think her one as well. Catheryn raised her eyes to the note and stared piteously at it. If he wanted to see a stupid girl, then she may as well give him one.
    And saw it he did. Selwyn couldn’t believe the outrageous display that she was exhibiting; but then, he hadn’t known her for many years. For all he knew, Catheryn was now an insipid and boring girl – she was, after all, the daughter of a man whose sole ambition was to know before anyone else what the king was going to wear that season. As Selwyn looked at her, he saw Catheryn’s beauty, but all he could imagine was that she used it just as a master swordsman would use his knife, or a master farrier would string a bow: to bring in prey.
    “Selwyn?”
    “I am sorry, my lady,” he almost stammered. Catheryn had asked him something, but he had been so lost in his thoughts, he had no idea what it was. “Could you repeat the question?”
    Catheryn sighed. Another man that took one look at her, and thought she was an idiot when she opened her mouth for two seconds together.
    “It matters not,” she said, waving a hand in front of her as if she could physically push away the words that she had spoken. “I shall retire to bed. You have clearly reached your own conclusions about me, and have decided that I am a fool. This bores me: it is not an unusual response, and I have met it before. It does not surprise me, but there we are. I bid you good night.”
    “No!” Selwyn moved to prevent her from re-entering the house, but immediately realised that he should have said something further, should have explained himself better – for now Catheryn’s eyes were narrowing.
    “No?” Catheryn said, scathingly. “You attempt to prevent my entering my father’s house?”
    “No, no,” Selwyn tried to speak calmly. “I must apologise for what…I do not want you to think that – ”
    “It matters not what you thought,” Catheryn said dismissively. “I had…I thought slightly better of you. But there it is.”
    “I wished,” Selwyn said quickly, “to enquire as to the identity of your romancer?”
    Catheryn snorted, and the unladylike action made Selwyn smile also.
    “Romancer?” She said, with an almost bored voice. She would clearly have to spell it out to Selwyn – he was not as clever as she had supposed. “You clearly haven’t been listening to a word I’ve been saying. I do not know the identity of the man – if we assume it to be a man, and not a joke from my ladies – that has written me these notes.”
    “And you do not wish to know?”
    “Of course I do!” Catheryn said with a smile. “But what can I do to discover them? I refuse to make a spectacle out of myself by begging them to come forward and announce themselves, and I cannot imagine that they are brave enough to contact me or my parents directly. I suppose I shall continue receiving them,” she said nonchalantly, “and eventually the person sending them will get bored.”
    Selwyn smiled. “I do not think so, my lady.”

 
    Chapter Six
     
    Catheryn blinked. “What mean you by that, Selwyn?”
    The man that she barely knew smiled, and it was only then that she noticed just how handsome he was. True, she had seen it before, and it could be the darkness hiding some of his bad features and giving splendour to the others, but he really was quite intriguing. The child that Selwyn had been had certainly been bright, and cheerful, but that was all