Cordelia felt that she had already lost him as a brother, that she now only belonged to his past and could take no part in his future.
The Anglo-Bavarian Tongue, which had only been opened for six years, overlooked the Marsamuscette harbour and was a fine building, which had been the Palace of the Bailiff of Acre.
David was very impressed by its magnificence and he also informed Cordelia that the Knights of his Tongue had a special Military Post, a Chapel, a playground and a Gallery.
“We are trained in the discipline of arms on the ramparts,” David enthused, “and we have to attend military practice and shooting at least three times a week.”
“You will enjoy it,” Cordelia smiled.
“It is very important that we should be proficient in the art of war,” David said seriously. “Everyone here
