Then Chenaya drew a ragged breath and exhaled noisily.
“I don’t think I could give my blessings to the marriage, no matter how good it might be for the town.”
“I’m not suggesting that you have to encourage it, or even approve,” Jubal said soothingly, trying not to let his relief show. “Simply cease opposing the marriage and let events take their natural course.”
“I won’t oppose it. But I have much to think on.”
“Good,” he nodded. “You’re long overdue for some thinking. I think you’ve had enough advisement to fuel your mind for one night. My men outside will see you back to your estate… and tell them I said to find some clothes for you. It’s not seemly for someone of your station to parade through the streets in a blanket.”
Chenaya nodded her thanks and started to go, then turned back.
“Jubal, could I… will you be available in the future for additional counsel?
You seem willing to tell me things that others avoid or overlook.”
“Perhaps you are simply more willing to listen to me than to your other advisors. However, I’m sure our paths will cross from time to time.”
“But if I need to see you at a specific time instead of waiting… ?” she pressed.
“Should anything urgent arise, leave word at the Vulgar Unicorn, and I will find a way to contact you.”
It was a simple enough request, Jubal told himself. There was no reason at all that he should feel flattered.
“So, overall, what do you think of her?”
Saliman had joined Jubal now, and they were sharing the wine, the good vintage, as they discussed Chenaya’s visit.