On Kel's seventeenth birthday, Raoul avoided the celebrations and stayed in his tent. So maybe it sounded a little silly put like that, but the ale was flowing readily out there, and well…Raoul had heard about the last time that a female squire turned seventeen.
Later, of course, he told himself it was fate. Perhaps the gods were laughing at him from up above; it seemed that by hiding from her he'd caused the very thing he'd been trying to avoid. How was he to know that she'd notice he wasn't there and come looking for him? Still…no matter how hard he tried, he didn't regret it.
And apparently, judging by the way that she appeared in his tent the following night, neither did she.