CHAPTER TEN
Altfor rose from his bed when the messenger started hammering on his door, hastily wrapping a robe around himself and stalking across his chamber to throw the door open.
“This had better be good,” he said to the servant who stood there, flanked by a pair of guardsmen.
“My lord, forgive me, but Lord Alistair requires your presence.”
“Then tell him I’ll be awake at a civilized hour. What kind of man gets up before noon when there’s no hunt planned?”
Not that Altfor normally lay abed that long. Only the half glimpsed sight of Moira still there was enough to make him wish to be back there. Well, that and the thought of keeping his uncle waiting, reminding him that Altfor was not some weak boy for him to—
“At once, Lord Alistair said,” the servant insisted, in a tone that said
