How did one get seasick on land she wondered? The maid hurried into the room with a cup of ginger root tea. “We are almost out of tea, my lady.” Kassie took the steaming cup with a grateful smile and crossed to the dressing table. Sitting, she sipped while the maid styled her hair. “Perhaps you could ask at the market for someone who sells it? The earl gave me a shilling to throw into the wishing well yesterday. He told me to pray for a babe when I tossed it, but I only pretended to and pocketed the coin. It seemed like such a waste.” Sally smiled. “You are very clever.” She grew serious for a moment. “When was your last monthly flow?” She ticked off the weeks in her head. “It has been a little over four weeks now. I suppose it has been delayed because I have been ill. Why do you ask?” The maid stared at her with a thoughtful expression for a moment.
