“In her dreams she heard the attenuated cry of an infant, saw the hard brown eyes of her mother-in-law, heard her voice with a strange complacent edge to it.The child is dead.She awoke when Pippa crept into the bed beside her close to dawn.“Are you asleep, Pen?”Pen didn’t answer. She couldn’t face an intimate conversation with her sister just now. She lay breathing deeply and steadily until Pippa’s own rhythmic breathing indicated that she had fallen asleep.Pen rose soundlessly, trying not to di...sturb the covers too much, and slipped on her furred night robe. The room was frigid, the fire a mere ashy glow, but a maid would be in before cockcrow to riddle the ashes and rekindle the logs before the ladies were ready to get up and dress.She left Pippa asleep behind the tightly drawn bedcurtains and let herself out of the chamber. The princess’s suite of rooms opened off the corridor at the far end. A sleepy page with two lidded buckets of night soil came towards her, his head down, his slippered feet scuffing the waxed floorboards.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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