"Which one of ya is Cousin Hugo?"
The question couldn't have been clearer but hearing it seemed to rob both men of their senses as they struggled to process what they'd heard.
Carwyn glanced back and forth between the woman in the doorway and young lord Hugo several times, trying to find anything to call a resemblance between the two people. Both were tall, but Hugo rarely drew himself up to his full six feet of height. The scholarly lord had spent too many years hunched over desks or ducking the abuse of 'proper' noblemen to carry himself with the kind of posture that was expected of a knight and his bearing only added to the impression that he lacked the strength to speak up for himself.
