Shivering, she lifted heavy lids and was immediately aware of her surroundings. It was cold in the hut with the chill of early dawn. ‘Come! We must go now. If we wait any longer, we risk being caught by Philip’s men.’ Ruthlessly Edmund pulled the blanket from her and dragged her to her feet. Felicia could barely see his features in the dim light that penetrated the opening in the thatch. She yawned. ‘Here!’ He pulled her over to the doorway and pointed to the pail of water. ‘Rinse your face!’ She hesitated, and then seeing his look of impatience, took a deep breath and splashed her face with the cold water. She gasped, but repeated the action before taking a cloth from him and drying herself. ‘I thought I heard movement outside earlier and it could have been someone spying on us from the village. Not everyone regrets that Sir Gervaise has been replaced by your cousin.’ He swung the saddlebag over his shoulder and, turning the key in the door, pulled it open.
