Evina knelt next to him to examine his wounds. “What happened here?” She looked from Mynyddog to Galen and back to me, as though I would know.
Sobian stepped forward from where she’d been hidden in the shadows. “Galen was only defending my honor,” she said, looking at him with great admiration.
Galen, in turn, looked as though he would reach out to her from his place kneeling on the ground, but his wrists were bound behind his back.
“Guinevere’s slave punched the Votad,” Mynyddog’s slave explained.
Evina set her steely glare upon me, as though as his mistress, I was responsible for his actions even though I hadn’t been present. “He dared lay a hand on his ruler?” Her tone was incredulous.
The slave bowed. “Yes, Lady.”
She whirled on Sobian. “What did you do to provoke this?”
Sobi
