Matilda Whitethroat was brought to bed with the landowner’s child on a brisk autumn morning. Lord Edric summoned the parish priest to Matilda’s bedchamber and legitimised the babe as soon as the women had washed off the sweat of childbirth.
Then he rode off to the wars.
Matilda moved herself and her infant back to her father’s house. And watched.
When Edric rode home he brought a wealthy young wife with him.
Within an hour, Matilda had left the town.
Twenty years later, Eudric was bested in the tourney by a handsome young man.
“Ill-met father.” Tors Edricssen snarled.