Geoffrey Condit

by Band of Iron

  Catharine felt the heat rise in her face. When she glanced at Peter, his lips twitched and his eyes shone with mischief.

  The King shook his head. “This was not my intention when I agreed to your union. But it looks as if the two of you have resolved any differences.” He reached out and took Catharine’s left hand. “The famous wedding rings the wives of Trevor wear. A band of iron. Symbolic of a relationship welded so strong it cannot brake, only grow stronger with adversity.” He smiled and restored her hand. “I am given to understand you are carrying the heir to the House of Trevor.”

  “True, Your Grace.” Her heart quickened, her hands went to her stomach.

  “Good. Then go and be happy, Peter and Catharine Trevor,” King Richard said. “I will call you when I need you, my lord.”

  Then they were outside under the stars of new awakened night, on the spacious abbey grounds. Catharine turned to Peter, their hands intertwined. “A band of iron. His Grace was right. That is what we’ve created. Now I understand. Where will it lead us, Peter?” She touched his face tenderly.

  “I don’t know what the years will hold,” he said. gathering her into his embrace, “but we have the shaping of our happiness and our days. And that is a great deal.”

  The End.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Geof Condit is a history buff, enjoying the research, and bringing the past to life. A graduate of Northern Arizona University in Flagstaff, Arizona, he has been writing for many years. He currently works in a family ceramic business.