The touch of the noble woman's hand on his shoulder sent a chill throughout his body, like a shard of ice had been run through his shoulder and allowed to melt. He was very uneasy about it, but he knew she meant no offense. He just wanted to leave as soon as possible, he had many things to tide over before the dinner. He finally replied.

"It is Cassimir, perhaps later in private I can explain my comment about Sir Roderick. I will meet you at the banquet, but I must hurry if I am to not be late."