Hester said. “I was indeed,” Audrey said with a faint smile. They were still in her bedchamber, where they had spent almost the entire day. Jack would return soon. “Father loves you for yourself,” the girl said with such confidence that Audrey almost believed her. “I am tired now, Hester. I would rest awhile.” “How can you be tired? We’ve done nothing but talk.” “Reliving my memories is exhausting, I assure you.” She felt passing frail and sapped of strength, as if a good wind could blow her away. Reluctantly, Hester departed. Audrey slept. Somewhat restored, she supped with her husband that evening, feigning an interest in his talk of land and tenants. “How long do you mean to remain here?” she asked when the last course had been set before them. The cheese and fruit were fresh and flavorful but she had little appetite. “As long as is necessary.” “What does the princess mean to do? What is it you want no part of?” Although she applauded his common sense in avoiding trouble, she feared he might already be implicated in whatever scheme was afoot.
