The final arrival was announced by the sound of laughter even before the tent flap opened. A young knight who couldn't have been more than twenty-two or twenty-three entered the tent with his arm around a young woman who was gazing up at him with such obvious adoration that it made Ollie feel slightly awkward just witnessing it.
"Sir Bedwyr Riverstone," Loghlan greeted the young knight with a warm smile. "And your lovely bride. Married life seems to be agreeing with you both."
Ollie rose once more, offering the young knight a bow that Sir Bedwyr returned with enthusiasm before clasping Ollie's hand warmly.
"It does indeed, my lord," Sir Bedwyr said, his own face lit up with happiness. He was a handsome young man with dark hair and the kind of open, honest face that suggested he'd never told a lie in his life. His wife, whom he introduced as Lady Esme, was perhaps a year or two younger, with auburn hair and freckles scattered across her nose like copper coins.
