The girl was a name with no face or figure to it. Yet, for all she heard of the plans, nowhere could she hear a word about Judith Revedoune herself. No such plans were being made for her wedding. How she’d like to sit beside a husband such as Gavin and watch a tourney fought to celebrate her marriage. At every word she heard, Alice grew more jealous. Every man of importance was being invited every knight with any skill was asked to participate. And now a tourney to celebrate the match was being cried from one end of England to the other. But only days after their night in the forest, she had heard that he was to marry the Revedoune heiress.
It had been nearly a month since she’d seen Gavin, and in all that time she’d had no word from him. She wrapped a wide belt about her waist and slipped her feet into soft leather slippers dyed gold. “Go now! Tell him I will be there soon.” Alice quickly threw her arms into her bedrobe, a gown of thick crimson velvet lined with gray squirrel fur. I’ll meet him under that elm tree by the kitchen garden.” “Bring me my robe and fetch the man to me.” “Revedoune!” Alice said as she sat up, fully awake now. “How dare you wake me!” she said in a fierce whisper.
“My lady,” Ela whispered to her mistress. The oiled paper over the windows did little to keep out the cold.Īlice slept comfortably, nude beneath a linen coverlet, filled with goose down. The old tower was drafty the wind whistled through the cracks. “I have heard she is only this tall,” he held his hand near his waist, “and she has teeth the size of a horse’s. I’d hoped to tell him your answer.”Īs Miles left the room, Raine’s sense of humor took over.
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