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there's not much to tell. I am really quite an ordinary person.”
    “I highly doubt that. What do you do with your time? What are your interests?”
    She wiped the corner of her mouth with a linen napkin before replacing it in her lap. “Well I do play the harp, though I must confess I'm not nearly as talented as tonight's performer. My mother has trained me in the art of healing, so I suppose I enjoy learning about various herbs and their medicinal properties.”
    “Well, if I ever find myself injured, I shall have them send for you to heal me. It almost makes a man crave an injury just to have someone so pretty see to his needs.”
    Gwendolyn blushed at his forwardness, but couldn't help asking. “You think I'm pretty?”
    “But of course. I think it's fair to say that any man would.”
    Though she held no fancy for the man sitting next to her, she couldn't deny that his compliments made her feel special, especially in light of Gavin's comments to the contrary. His comments gave her an added boost of confidence, and she couldn't help but seek more of his flattering words. “Not every man would agree with you. I've recently been told I'm not womanly, that I appear as a nothing more than a young child.”
    Tristan took a sip of wine, boldly assessing her over the rim of his goblet. Setting it down, he leaned forward and said, “Only a fool would confuse you with a child. You have far too many...charms to be mistaken as one.” Gwendolyn wasn't sure what made her happier, that he had just inadvertently referred to Gavin as a fool, or that he found her appealing, womanly even.
    Washing down the last bite of rabbit with a swallow of sweet mead, Gwendolyn's attention returned to the plate of fruit she had been eying earlier. She noticed the juicy plums had all been taken. A quick glance to the other platters of fruit revealed that she was not the only one who had been looking forward to partaking of the delectable treat. Without realizing what she was doing, her lips twisted into a pout.
    Tristan chuckled lightly, “Whatever 'tis the matter, my sweet Gwendolyn?”
    “'Tis nothing of great importance,” she replied, trying but not succeeding at tampering down her disappointment.
    “'Tis of great importance if it causes you any amount of distress. Please, do tell me what troubles you so.”
    “You really wish to know? 'Tis really quite silly.”
    “Tell me,” he urged.
    “I just noticed all the plums have been taken, and I did so have my heart set on eating one today.”
    “Well then, your wish is my command.” Gwendolyn watched with wide eyes as Tristan waltzed around the hall inspecting each tray on every table for a plum. She actually thought it quite funny that he would go to such great lengths to please her.
    Eventually he returned to her empty handed. “It seems I have failed in my mission to procure you your plum. But do not fret, I will simply send Gavin to the gardens to fetch you one.”
    “Gavin?” she asked through a chuckle. “Why in the world would you send a defender to perform that task?”
    She didn't miss the look of haughty disdain that passed across his face. “Because everyone else is either attending the feast or serving the meal. Besides, he is required to do whatever I instruct him to do. If a plum is what you wish, a plum is what you will get.”
    Gwendolyn scoffed. “A defender should never be required to wait on me hand and foot. If my brother heard of it, he would be appalled.”
    “Your brother would not have any qualms with it. Gavin isn't above the task, I assure you.” Though Gwendolyn didn't hold Gavin in high esteem, the thought of him being required, commanded even, to perform such a simple and menial task did not sit well with her. She was almost certain that neither of her brothers had ever been required to perform such a mundane chore as part of their duties as defender. The thought of either of them doing so was laughable.
    Her mind wandered back to Gavin and back to