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expect to hold them from another.”
    “Perhaps I do not want to hold them,” Hugh said. “Perhaps I would rather give them to you.”
    At that, Bernard’s mouth dropped open with shock.
    Hugh smiled at him. His smile was so rare that when it came its effect was extraordinary. “You are growing old to be a landless knight, Bernard. Wouldn’t you like to be the lord of Keal?”
    Bernard recovered himself. “Don’t be a fool, Hugh,” he said sternly.
    “You said yourself that I should get away from here,” Hugh pointed out.
    “I meant that you should go with Nigel! In the name of God, lad, how do you think you will support yourself if you give up Keal?”
    “I have been thinking that perhaps I might try earning my living at the tournaments in France,” Hugh said. He stepped away from the table. “Now, if you gentlemen will excuse me, I have some business I must attend to.” He put his hand upon the carved back of his chair and asked with belated courtesy, “Will you be staying to dinner?”
    Bernard set his jaw. “Aye,” he said. “I will stay for dinner.”
    “So will I,” said Nigel Haslin.
    “How delightful,” said Hugh.
    The two older knights stood on the dais and watched the slender figure of their host as he strode to the door and went outside into the cold March morning.
    Alone at the table, they turned to look at each other.
    “Was he serious?” Nigel asked incredulously.
    Bernard sighed. “One never knows with Hugh.”
    “I cannot believe he would prefer Matilda to Stephen!”
    “He cannot declare for Matilda and continue to hold Keal and his other manors. He knows that. He was just trying to rile us.”
    “He was very quick to mention the tournaments in France.” Nigel was seriously agitated. “It seems to me that he has been thinking about this.”
    “He won’t go to France,” Bernard said positively. “Adela would not have liked it, and Hugh never does anything that Adela wouldn’t have liked.”
    The last of the breaking-fast tables had been stacked against the wall and all of the men had left the hall. Several serving girls were sweeping up the rushes on the floor.
    Nigel rested his hand upon his belt, in the place where his sword would normally hang. He scowled. “Why would he refuse so to see the Lady Isabel?”
    “I have no idea.” Bernard gestured that the other man should resume his chair. When both were once more sitting, he asked, “Is there any way we can proceed with this business and leave out taking Hugh to see Stephen?”
    “I am not prepared to hand Wiltshire over to the empress,” Nigel replied very stiffly.
    “I doubt very much that Hugh knows his own mind about who he will support,” Bernard said. His pale blue eyes fixed the dark gaze of the other knight. “I can tell you this, though. Hugh was raised by the most honorable man I ever knew. Hewill make his choice based on his judgment as to what is best for the country, not on what is best for himself.”
    The serving girls were now sweeping the old rushes into the fire, which flared up with the addition of fresh fuel.
    Bernard went on, “From what you have told me of Earl Guy, Hugh is by far the better man.”
    After a long moment, Nigel shook his head regretfully. “Hugh simply cannot challenge Guy without the backing of the king.”
    “What about the backing of the Church?” Bernard countered.
    Nigel’s eyebrows rose. “What do you mean?”
    “If Hugh is able positively to name Guy as the man behind his father’s murder, and if he can bring some proof to support his accusation, then Guy will be guilty of fratricide. Under those circumstances, the church will force him to forfeit his brother’s property.”
    Nigel made an impatient gesture. “But you have told me that Hugh doesn’t remember anything about his early life.”
    “Perhaps revisiting the scenes of his childhood will bring back his memory,” Bernard said. His voice took on a note of gruffness. “Something terrible happened to