The Hollow Crown: A Novel Of Crosspointe - Plot & Excerpts
Fluted columns held up the broad roof and a flowering vine grew up over it in a pink mass. The rain pelted in fat, stinging drops and the wind gusted. A footman opened the carriage door and Nicholas regally stepped down. Keros followed, half carrying the regent. “Sophia, my dear, you must hold on! Do not leave me, my sweetest love! We’ll have you by the fire in a moment,” Keros said in a panicking voice. They hurried inside. “Be sure the animals are well cared for,” Nicholas said to the stable hand who’d come out to seize the bridles of the horses, then followed Keros inside. The butler was waiting. Porskip was a tall, spare woman with broad shoulders, a blade nose and weak chin. She was dressed in dark green with orange piping, her skirts severely cut, her lace collar high around her neck. “These are the Dedloks of Shevring,” Nicholas told her. “Take them immediately to our finest guest quarters. Send tea and brandy and anything else they require.” Porskip responded quickly and soon Keros and his “wife”
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