Matilda has something to think about
Matilda did not look on Leofric in resignation again. Now that she had come this far, her private code of honor, which consisted largely of an inability to admit she could make a mistake, called on her to act as though she had always meant to arrive at this point. The granddaughter of an earl, daughter of a princess, and cousin of a king did not have regrets.
They still met in the buttery, and they still sat behind the barrels on the cold flagstones, but they drank little. Each drank up a queasy courage before coming down at all, but once there, it scarcely seemed necessary except, perhaps, as a pretense.
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