All the way from Kingsbridge to Wigleigh -- a distance of twenty miles, a full day's walk -- Gwenda was hoping for a chance to use the love potion; but she was disappointed.

It was not that Wulfric was wary. On the contrary, he was open and friendly. He talked about his family, and told her how he wept every morning when he woke up and realized their deaths were not a dream. He was considerate, asking whether she was tired and needed to rest. He told her that he felt land was a trust, something a man held for a lifetime then passed to his heirs, and that when he improved his land -- by weeding fields, fencing sheepfolds or clearing stones from pasture -- he was fulfilling his destiny.

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