They could have taken another route but this street was wider and allowed them easier passage. She knew some who saw her in the company of the knights would wonder about her. A few would think the worst. Sir Geoffroi had not worn a hauberk this eve. Instead, he had donned a fine tunic of blue woo...
Despite the stone walls, her office was overwarm this summer’s day and her woolen habit weighed heavier than usual. It had to be oppressive toiling in the soil in the afternoon sun. A deep sigh escaped her. How long had it been? Two years? Oui, nearly two years since Élise had died. It had change...