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to try reason. âSax, perhaps this time you should just let the old besom score a hit. Sheâll gloat a bit, but at least you wonât be shackled for life to a woman you dislike.â
Sax swung off the bed, leaving Knox there to play with the crumpled letter. Careless of the crowded room, he dropped the banjan, and pulled on the drawers and shirt Nims held out. âYou didnât read the whole letter, did you?â
âOf course not.â
âYouâre my secretary, Owain. Reading my letters is permissible.â
âNot your personal ones.â
âYou should break this bad habit of propriety. If youâd read the whole thing, youâd know there was a second part to my promise. I was to be shackled for life by my twenty-fifth birthday, or I was to allow my grandmother to choose the leg-iron.â
Owain snatched the letter from Knoxâs inquisitive beak. After a quick read through, he said, âWhat a damned fool promise to make!â
Sax was tucking in his shirt. âOh, quite. But I gave my word and I will keep it. I will not, however, let my grandmother choose myââhe turned deliberately toward the bedââbride.â
âA bride is a bridle!â
âQuite. Therefore, I will choose my own bridle, and by tomorrow.â
Owain paced the room himself. âIt canât be done, Sax! Even if you decide on one of these young women, she wonât consent to do it in such a scrambling way.â
âYou think not?â
Owain halted. âI suppose some of them would. But imagine the talk.â
âTo the devil with the talk.â
âThen imagine putting the matter to the young lady and her family.â
âThat,â Sax admitted, âis not a pleasant prospect. But it is immensely preferable to putting myself in the dragonâs claws. The only question is, which lady receives this dubious honor?â He turned suddenly to the grinning audience of servants. âWell? Iâm sure you have opinions.â
âAye, milord,â said Monkey. âChoose the one wot brings the most money.â
âSuch a pragmatist. Do you plan to choose the woman with the most money?â
âI would if I could find one, milord, even if she âad a crooked back and warts.â
Susie, who definitely lacked those features, kicked him in the shin. He cursed and hopped, but he was grinning at the same time.
âBut, I donât need money.â
âWhat do you need, then, milord?â asked Susie.
âAn excellent question.â He sat again so Nims could arrange his cravat. Brak contentedly flopped over his stockinged feet. âGood health. Good teeth. Moderation in her habitsâI have no desire to end up trying to curb a wastrel wife.â
âTrouble and strife! Trouble and strife!â
âLetâs pray youâre wrong, Knox. And Iâm afraid youâre going to have to get used to this. Discretion,â Sax continued. âI donât care for the idea of fighting duels over her either. So,â he said, turning slightly toward Owain, âwhich one fits?â
âGod knows. Youâve surely been in a better position than I to check their teeth.â
âDevil a bit. Iâve been avoiding intimacy with hopeful young leeches like the plague. But you can cross off Lady Frances and Lady Georgina, and Miss Stewkesly, too. Iâve heard rumors about all of them suggesting discretion isnât part of their character.â
Owain dutifully crossed off three names. âPerhaps I should just put the rest into a hat and you can pick one.â Hastily, he said, âNoââ
But Sax was already saying, âWhy not?â
Owain cursed his hasty tongue.
Susie spoke up. âBegginâ your pardon, milord . . .â
Both Owain and Sax looked at her in surprise, not because sheâd spokenâin this household the servants seemed to feel at liberty to say