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      She tipped back her head to watch as a flock of birds soared into the cloudy sky. It was a warm day, if overcast and grey, and if she was at home she could climb trees or run along the cliffs. How she missed all that.

      A burst of laughter caught her attention and she whirled around to see a group of boys a bit older than herself running across a meadow just beyond the formal knot garden. They wore just shirts and breeches, and kicked a large brown-leather ball between them.

      Alys longed to move closer, to see what game they played. It didn’t look like any she had seen before. She glanced back at the doorway where her father vanished, but he hadn’t returned. Surely she could be gone for just a moment?

      She lifted the hem of her skirt and crept nearer to the game, watching as the boys kicked it between themselves. As an only child, with no brothers to play with, the games of other children fascinated her.

      One of the boys was taller than the others, with overly long dark hair flopping across his brow as he ran. He moved more easily, more gracefully than the boys around him. Alys was so fascinated by him that she didn’t see the ball flying towards her. It hit her hard on the brow, knocking her new headdress askew and pushing her back. For an instant, there was only cold shock, then a rush of pain. Tears sprang to her eyes as she pressed her hand to her throbbing head.

      ‘Watch where you’re going, then!’ one of the boys shouted. He was a thin child, freckled, not at all like the tall one, and he pushed her as he snatched back the ball. ‘Stupid girls, they have no place here. Go back to your needlework!’

      Alys struggled not to cry, both at the pain in her brow and at his cruel words. ‘I am not a stupid girl! You—you hedgepig.’

      ‘What did you call me, wench?’ The boy took a menacing step towards her.

      ‘Enough!’ The tall boy stepped forward to pull her would-be attacker back. He shoved the mean boy away and turned to Alys with a gentle smile. She noticed his eyes were green, an extraordinary pale green sea-colour she had never seen before. ‘You are the one at fault here, George. Do not be ungallant. Apologise to the lady.’

      ‘Lady?’ George sneered. ‘She is obviously no more a lady than you are a true gentleman, Huntley. With your drunken father...’

      The tall boy grew obviously angry at those words, a red flush spreading on his high, sharp cheekbones. His hands curled into fists—and then he stepped back, his hand loosening, a smile touching his lips. Alys forgot her pain as she watched him in fascination.

      ‘It seems you must be the one who took a blow to the head, George,’ Huntley said. ‘You are clearly out of your wits. Now, apologise.’

      ‘Nay, I shall not...’ George gasped as Huntley suddenly reached out, quick as a snake striking, and seized his arm. It looked like a most effortless movement, but George turned pale. ‘Forgive me, my lady.’

      ‘That is better.’ Huntley pushed the bully away and turned away from him without another glance. He came to Alys and held out his hand.

      He smiled gently and Alys was dazzled by it.

      ‘My lady,’ he said. ‘Let me assist you to return to the palace.’

      ‘Th...thank you,’ she whispered. She took his arm, just like a grown-up lady, and walked with him back to the steps.

      ‘Are you badly hurt?’ he asked softly.

      Alys suddenly realised her head did still hurt. She had quite forgotten everything else when she saw him. It was most strange. ‘Just a bit of a headache. My mother will have herbs for it in her medicine chest.’

      ‘Where is your mother? I’ll take you to her.’

      Alys shook her head. Her mother had stayed at the inn, pleading illness, so her father had taken Alys away with him. She didn’t know how to get back to the inn at all. ‘She is in the village. My father...’

      ‘Has he come here to see the Queen?’

      The Queen? No wonder this place was so grand, if it was a queen’s home. But why was her father to see her? She felt more confused than ever. ‘I was not supposed to move from the steps until he returns. I’ll be in such trouble!’

      ‘Nay, I will stay with you, my lady, and explain to your father when he returns.’

      Alys studied him doubtfully. ‘Surely you have more important things you must be doing.’

      His smile widened. ‘Nothing more important, I promise you.’

      He led her back to the top of the stone steps where her father left her and helped her sit down. He sat beside her and gently examined her forehead. ‘It is rather darkening, I’m afraid. I hope your mother has an herb to cure bruising.’

      ‘Oh, no!’ She clapped her hand over her brow, feeling herself blush hotly that he should see her like that. ‘She does have ointments for such, but it must be hideous.’

      He smiled, his lovely green eyes crinkling at the corners. ‘It is a badge of honour from battle. You are fortunate to have a caring mother.’

      ‘Does your mother not have medicines for you when you’re ill?’ Alys asked, thinking of all her mother’s potions and creams that soothed fevers and pains, just as her own cool hands did when Alys was fretful.

      He looked away. ‘My mother died long ago.’

      ‘Oh! I am sorry,’ she cried, feeling such pain for him not to have a mother. ‘But have you a father? Siblings?’ She remembered the vile George’s taunt, of Huntley’s ‘drunken father’, and wished she had not said anything.

      ‘I seldom see my father. My godfather arranges for my education. No siblings. What of you, my lady?’

      ‘I have no siblings, either. I wish I did. It gets very quiet at home sometimes.’

      ‘Is that why you came to look at our game?’

      ‘Aye. It sounded very merry. I wondered what it was.’

      ‘Have you never played at football?’

      ‘I’ve never even heard of it. I have seen tennis, but few other ball games.’

      ‘It’s the most wonderful game! You start like this...’ He leaped up to demonstrate, running back and forth as he told her of scoring and penalties. He threw up his arms in imagined triumph as he explained how the game was won.

      Caught up in his enthusiasm, Alys clapped her hands and laughed. He gave her a bow.

      ‘How marvellous,’ she said. ‘I do wish I had someone at home to play such games with like that.’

      ‘What do you play at home, then?’ he asked. He tossed her the ball. She instinctively caught it and threw it back.

      ‘I read, mostly, and walk. I have a doll and I tell her things sometimes. There isn’t much I can do alone, I’m afraid.’

      ‘I quite understand. Before I went to school, I was often alone myself.’ His expression looked wistful, as if his thoughts were far away, and Alys found herself intensely curious about him, who he was and what he did.

      ‘Alys! What are you doing?’ she heard her father shout.

      She spun around and saw him hurrying towards her, frowning fearsomely. ‘Papa! I am sorry, I just...’

      ‘I fear your daughter took a bit of a fall here, my lord,’ her new friend said, stepping close to her side. She felt safer with him there. ‘I saw her, and I...’

      ‘And he came to help me, most gallantly,’ Alys said.

      Her father’s frown softened. ‘Did you indeed? Good lad. I owe you many thanks.’

      ‘Your daughter is a fine lady indeed, my lord,’ Huntley said. ‘I am glad to have met her today.’

      Her father softened even more

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