SEVEN
Dinner with Lord Bachmeier and his daughters didn't fill Lubos with dread as it had yesterday. He barely noticed when the girls brushed against him, though he could not deny his relief when Bachmeier sent his pouting daughters to bed.
When Lubos rose to retire, Bachmeier held up his hand. "Please, let me share some of my best vintage with you, Your Highness. Such fine wine is not fit for women, but for the likes of us, who can appreciate such things..."
Lubos wondered whether the miller's wife liked wine, fine or otherwise. Perhaps he could send her a cask of the stuff on the morrow, to make up for his rudeness today. He suspected it would need to be a very rare vintage indeed to gain her good opinion, if she even liked wine.
"Did you enjoy your day, Your Highness?" Lord Bachme
