“I want to offer you my hospitality for as long as you wish,” the Duke told him.
“I am needed to the North of where I am now,” Erth said quietly, almost as if he had heard someone telling him so.
“Then what can I do to express my gratitude?” the Duke asked.
Erth did not answer. He was moving across the room towards his grandson.
Tamara went to the Duke’s side.
“Give him anything he wants,” the Duke ordered.
“He will take no money,” Tamara answered, “but I will see what I can do for him.”
The Duke’s eyes were looking into hers.
“Thank you,” he said quietly.
Because she was afraid that he might read in her face what she felt about him, she turned quickly away.
She took Erth to their sitting room in the West wing and Sándor greeted him with an exclamation of surprise that was almost
