“Er that was the best, well the only, fumble as you call it, I have had in years,” she admitted, “Oh what have we done?”That’s when Bob and ...iss Rochester turned up. Her was blushing crimson, he looked proud as punch.“Mama, what happened.” Miss Rochester asked.“Her fell in pond,” I said as her said, “I spilled my drink.”“Likely story,” Bob said knowingly, “You didn’t waste much time.”“We had a connection,” I explained.“That’s one name for it,” Bob agreed.“No Lad, we have like a shared,” I. Four times we have defeated the Turks and each time the victory was Bohemond's. Raymond of Toulouse hates him for it and your Duke Robert will not stand between them. I like it not. An army divided is an army defeated; bad blood among our princes will ruin us all." Amen to that, My Lord." Doesn't it worry you?" Let us say that I think our cause has merit but falls beneath my hopes and expectations as we stand, My Lord." Oh, bravely put for a 'simple' soldier! And I fear you will remain. When she found it, he took it from her hand, slid it into the lock and led her through her own front door. Not speaking, he closed it behind them, and she reached out to him. But he grasped her by the hands and gently pushed her backwards, until she was standing against the wall in her semi-dark hallway, then he let her go and took a step back, silently regarding her. She blinked uncertainly. Was this the moment that he would reject her? Now that she had come this far, was he going to change. “Oh, no. This is your upset, not mine. What is the cause of you being upset?”“He is here. That means he is still looking for me. He still thinks that he owns me.”She was heating up.“Owns you?”“Yes.”“You need to explain this to me.”“He told my mom and sister that he could do whatever he wanted to us because he owned us. He still thinks that, I could tell by his look and posture.” She was getting very angry.“Well he doesn’t own you. I won’t let that happen.”I tried to calm her and make her feel.