It’s the travelers, too,” Robin added after some thought. “Not what I expected.” Marion scrutinized him. “How so?” “Well, don’t forget who my father was,” Robin said, knowing she would understand. “Growing up with the unfortunate circumstances of being Lord Walter’s son, I developed a slightly skewed impression of landowners.” Her lips pursed into a smile. “Did you think all noblemen were as kindhearted as Walter?” “No,” he scoffed. “And yes. My father would have fed hay to a dead horse. So my impression of anyone who fell outside of that generosity was appropriately wretched. If a lord kicked
...more
