The Normans, so skilled in warfare, would soon lose patience with the citizens of Tuscany.
Yet Eric had just effortlessly resolved the citizens' discontent and provocations.
He was neither irritable nor ill-tempered. He had even fulfilled his promise the moment he made it to her.
What was more pathetic was that she had started to harbor a despicable desire—a desire to see Eric fail.
The thought startled her.
It was a vile thought—so vile it made her feel disgusted with herself.
Matilda shook her head, trying to push the thought away.
She looked ahead at Eric as he worked with Glorio.
Eric proved himself a skilled Falconer. Under his handling, Glorio's flight was both majestic and beautiful.
He was overjoyed watching Glorio soar and dive. The Falcon caught several rock doves, then a fat cock pheasant.
Eric grinned and stuck a tail feather in his hat.
He was so full of life. A man brimming with confidence, not arrogance.
