This week's writing was evenly divided between my old/new couple reappearing in the story and myheroine, Marguerite, being thrust into King John's court in London. Here are a few new sentences from The Lady and the Minstrel.
Monday: She knew, as
he did, how men who ordinarily scorned learning as the labor of clerks found
themselves unexpectedly intimidated when thrust into the presence of her
husband’s obsessive collection of leatherbound tomes
Tuesday: “John,
Marshal writes, is like a vengeful dog, determined to tear his former lands out
of the grasping hand of the King of France like a hound all a-growl to recover
a stolen bone.”
Wednesday: “She is a
cordwainer’s daughter, which you would know if you had lent his prattle half-an
ear instead of glaring him into silence every time he sighed her name.”
Thursday: Marguerite
had thought Lady Lovell the most beautiful woman she had ever seen until she
had laid eyes on Isabelle of Angoulême.
Friday: It startled
Marguerite slightly when Sarah lay a finger to the rose Marguerite had chosen
next to stitch, until she realized her friend meant the gesture to misdirect
anyone who watched them into thinking they merely discussed Marguerite’s
embroidery.
Saturday: “And I
think you do not weep only because you are bound to so wicked a man as the
earl. My love, I know a broken heart when I see it.”
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