Sarah frowned at Jaimison as he gingerly sat down at the breakfast table. “Well enough, miss.” His voice was curt and short. Sarah shot a glance at Perry, who rolled his eyes and shrugged. “We will not require your services for a few days, Jaimison. Please don’t push yourself.” She could tell by the pallor of his face that he was not fully recovered. “No, miss. I will go with you to the monastery.” She recognized that tone. Nothing would dissuade him. She sighed and focused on her husband. He looked remarkably smug and content, which she knew was due to the night before. She couldn’t keep the tiny smile from her lips as she remembered how he’d woken her twice in the night and demanded more. The smile died as she remembered their task for the day. The scrolls. The copies Lady North had revealed had been faded and poor. What condition would the originals be in? The implications stated in the copies were bad enough. The ones at the monastery could be worse. Yet she was determined to do it, if for no other reason than because Lady North did not wish it.
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