For the last several weeks, my hero, Robert, has been with King John's armies in France, getting into all kinds of unintended trouble. On Wednesday this week, I flashed back to England to find out what my heroine, Marguerite, has been up to while her beloved is gone. You'll find samplings from both of their POVs below from The Lady and the Minstrel.
Monday: “I assure
you, your head in a noose should not please me at all.”
Tuesday: He gripped
Robert, not shrinkingly, as a noble repelled by a churl, but hard and bracing,
the way William might have sought to fortify him, or he William. The world had
indeed turned upside-down.
Wednesday: Marguerite
sailed over the ice, the wind whipping her hair into tangles she knew she would
spend half the night combing out again, but the ecstasy was worth it.
Thursday: “I did not
tell you that because I wished to make merry.” Celebrate one’s birth day? How
absurd the countess must think her.
Friday: To her
surprise, the countess put her arms around her, embracing Marguerite as she had
never been embraced by her mother, or even her grandfather.
Saturday: What if
instead of seeking reassurance of Robert’s safety from her husband, the
countess wrote to warn the earl that perhaps it would be best if the minstrel
found some other noble household to serve—in Poitou!
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