“What do you mean, Mother? I did precisely what I said I would do. I asked you in advance.”
“No, no you did not. You never once mentioned Rooming Eli or cutting Pierce!”
“Of course I did, Mother. Just now. I will admit I was a little surprised at your reaction. But, then I thought, perhaps it is because you understand that it is inevitable that I would choose Eli eventually that you went ahead and approved after he shot so well today. And he did win the jousting tournament. I’m certain that must’ve swayed you toward him in some way since you are so fond of strong men who can handle themselves on horseback.” Kit felt as if she were rambling in a way, but she hoped her words were lending to her mother’s confusion.
Rona was inhaling so deeply through her nose, her nostrils flared with each breath, and Kit thought she looked more like one of the competitors’ horses during the joust than the well-groomed filly she would’ve otherwise resembled. “What of Pierce?”
