Roland felt uneasy when his wife acted dutiful by offering to help him undress for his bath. The unease, he surmised was a product of the guilt which was eating away at him like a worm munching on leafy greens.
He knew how she felt about Emmah, she did not like her that much was obvious. But, what was he to do? Emmah had saved his life, she was ill and there was no proper place for her to spend the night.
She had started to cry when he offered to put her up at inn and she coughed up blood, he could not very well leave her out there to suffer when he had a castle with ninety bedrooms, twenty of which were set aside for guests.So, he brought her over reluctantly, he did not see the trouble in it.
