" Young men," Melisande murmured after they had left, smiling faintly. "Such a sense of honor. Is he a little bit in love with you, do you think?" "Joscelin quite despises me," I said. "My lady." "Oh, love and hate are two sides of the same blade," she said cheerily enough, motioning for a servant to take my cloak, "and an edge finer honed than yon Cassiline's dagger divides them. "