It was cold and damp, as a squall had passed through only minutes before. Everything was sopping, struggling to dry out as the clouds cleared and the sun appeared. In the bailey of Canterbury Castle, a man dressed in heavy robes and a woolen scarf around his neck emerged from the big square keep and headed for the gatehouse. He looked like he was running, sloshing through the mud and glancing over his shoulder every so often as if looking to see who was following him. He’d escaped the keep, really, before his wife grew wise to the fact that he was out in the elements, because he’d heard tale from a servant that there was a messenger at the gatehouse, a royal messenger, and he wanted to get to the messenger before his wife discovered he was outside. He loved his dear wife and he knew that she was only concerned for his health, but sometimes her constant attention annoyed him terribly. She kept him sequestered in the keep, mostly against his will because he was recovering from a terrible illness he’d caught last winter.
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