Heulwen sat up beside him, her unbraided hair tumbling down, and pressed her lips to his shoulder. ‘Adam, can we go home tomorrow?’ She helped him tug his shirt down.

‘I don’t see why not.’ He turned his head to kiss her, and continued dressing. ‘Any particular reason?’

‘Not really.’ She began shrugging into her own clothes. ‘I’d like to see our own plesaunce finished before the summer’s end.’ There was a sudden hint of mischievous laughter in her voice.

‘It would be more convenient than visiting Ravenstow every time,’ he agreed.

She nudged him with her foot in retaliation, then sobered. ‘I want to dedicate a chapel too, for my grandfather’s soul…if you are willing?’

Adam stood up and said quietly, ‘How could I not be willing? We owe him more than we can ever repay. Of course you can have a chapel.’

‘Thank you.’ She kissed him warmly.

He donned his cloak and then swung hers around her shoulders. The moonlight caught the wolf brooch into a brilliant, white glitter.

‘No more tail-chasing?’ she said as he fastened it.

‘No more tail-chasing,’ he agreed, and smiling, turned with her towards the keep.