“There is a tried-and-true method of making an alliance appear secure,” Lamar said carefully. Hugh glanced at him. “A union,” Lamar said, as if worried the word would cut his mouth. “What union?” “A civil union, Preceptor.” “What the hell are you on about?” Lamar took a deep breath. “Marriage!” Bale yelled out. Hugh stared at Lamar. “Marriage?” “Yes.” They had to be out of their minds. “Who would be getting married?” “You.”
