The young lord was talking, but she couldn't hear him.

At that thought, he turned his attention back to the young lord.

The young Lord turned to several older men who sat about the room.

The young lord came across and, taking the chair between them, looked from one to another.

Turning to me, my young lord held out his hand.

"What like was the young lord who took away your sister?"

That didn't fit with his reading of the young Lord.

But the young lord looked less in his cups now.

Why, even the thought was beginning to make him hate the sound of the young lord's voice.

The young lord looked more like a brother than his own brothers did.