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other room, discussing her situation, and she heard more banging about and doors opening. They were evidently moving from one chamber to another. She couldn’t see them but she could hear them. As she listened with some interest, a small male servant suddenly appeared from the chamber where the knights had been and fled from the structure.
Surprised, Alessandria watched the entry door slam as the man bolted into the bailey. Curious why the man should run like that, she turned in time to see de Russe emerge from the chamber.
“My lady,” he said. “I have moved a bathing tub into the far chamber. I have sent a servant for hot water and something dry for you to wear. If you would come with me, I shall show you where you can rest.”
Alessandria stood up, unsteadily, and moved stiffly in the direction he indicated. The chambers of the knight quarters were all connected, with no corridors linking them, so she passed through one chamber with two beds in it into another chamber with three beds in it, and finally to the last chamber where there was only one big bed and a small window that overlooked the keep and bailey.
Inside this chamber, she found the other knight on his knees in front of a hearth, loading it with wood and kindling. He noticed her when she came in and he smiled politely, but Alessandria was rather wary of the man’s appearance. He had bright blue eyes, rounded big at her approach, which were disturbing. It gave him a rather mad appearance. De Russe, coming in behind her, indicated the knight on his knees.
“This is Sir Rhun du Bois, my lady,” he said. “He is also at your service.”
Alessandria simply nodded, looking around for the nearest stool because she was convinced her legs wouldn’t support her for any length of time. Everything about her hurt. As she went to plant herself on the edge of the bed because there was no chair or stool that she could see, they heard the entry door open and a female voice called for Jorden.
He responded immediately. “In here, Lady de Lohr.”
Swift footfalls approached and, suddenly, there was a tall woman standing in the doorway, her bronze-colored hair pulled back and pinned at the nape of her neck. She was quite lovely and directly behind her came a young woman about Alessandria’s age. The younger girl had the older woman’s hair color but not nearly the woman’s height. She, too, was very beautiful. Before anything could be said, the older woman went straight to Alessandria as she sat on the end of the bed.
“Sweet Mary, look at her state,” she breathed, appearing greatly concerned as she looked over Alessandria’s condition. Then, she turned quickly to the young woman behind her. “Gather something from your sister’s chest. They look to be about the same size. Bring her something warm and bring combs and soaps. And have the cook send food right away.”
The young woman fled but the older woman wasn’t satisfied with the speed in which things were happening. She snapped her fingers at de Russe, although it was not an impolite gesture. It was simply a gesture of haste.
“You have sent for hot water, Jorden?” she asked.
“Aye, Lady de Lohr.”
“I require a blanket or a large measure of linen.”
Jorden disappeared into the next chamber as Rhun, still on his knees, managed to strike the flint on the first try and coax forth a rather healthy blaze. With the knights in motion, the older woman smiled kindly at Alessandria.
“Forgive my haste, my dear,” she said gently. “I am Liselotte de Lohr. This is my home. I will take great care of you.”
Alessandria sensed kindness from the woman. It was in her eyes and expression more than her manner. Her manner suggested that she was no one to trifle with.
“M-my lady,” she greeted through quivering lips. “I am Alessandria de Shera.”
Liselotte put her hand on Alessandria’s shoulder, meant to be a gesture of comfort, but the moment she touched the rank, damp wool, she drew her
Surprised, Alessandria watched the entry door slam as the man bolted into the bailey. Curious why the man should run like that, she turned in time to see de Russe emerge from the chamber.
“My lady,” he said. “I have moved a bathing tub into the far chamber. I have sent a servant for hot water and something dry for you to wear. If you would come with me, I shall show you where you can rest.”
Alessandria stood up, unsteadily, and moved stiffly in the direction he indicated. The chambers of the knight quarters were all connected, with no corridors linking them, so she passed through one chamber with two beds in it into another chamber with three beds in it, and finally to the last chamber where there was only one big bed and a small window that overlooked the keep and bailey.
Inside this chamber, she found the other knight on his knees in front of a hearth, loading it with wood and kindling. He noticed her when she came in and he smiled politely, but Alessandria was rather wary of the man’s appearance. He had bright blue eyes, rounded big at her approach, which were disturbing. It gave him a rather mad appearance. De Russe, coming in behind her, indicated the knight on his knees.
“This is Sir Rhun du Bois, my lady,” he said. “He is also at your service.”
Alessandria simply nodded, looking around for the nearest stool because she was convinced her legs wouldn’t support her for any length of time. Everything about her hurt. As she went to plant herself on the edge of the bed because there was no chair or stool that she could see, they heard the entry door open and a female voice called for Jorden.
He responded immediately. “In here, Lady de Lohr.”
Swift footfalls approached and, suddenly, there was a tall woman standing in the doorway, her bronze-colored hair pulled back and pinned at the nape of her neck. She was quite lovely and directly behind her came a young woman about Alessandria’s age. The younger girl had the older woman’s hair color but not nearly the woman’s height. She, too, was very beautiful. Before anything could be said, the older woman went straight to Alessandria as she sat on the end of the bed.
“Sweet Mary, look at her state,” she breathed, appearing greatly concerned as she looked over Alessandria’s condition. Then, she turned quickly to the young woman behind her. “Gather something from your sister’s chest. They look to be about the same size. Bring her something warm and bring combs and soaps. And have the cook send food right away.”
The young woman fled but the older woman wasn’t satisfied with the speed in which things were happening. She snapped her fingers at de Russe, although it was not an impolite gesture. It was simply a gesture of haste.
“You have sent for hot water, Jorden?” she asked.
“Aye, Lady de Lohr.”
“I require a blanket or a large measure of linen.”
Jorden disappeared into the next chamber as Rhun, still on his knees, managed to strike the flint on the first try and coax forth a rather healthy blaze. With the knights in motion, the older woman smiled kindly at Alessandria.
“Forgive my haste, my dear,” she said gently. “I am Liselotte de Lohr. This is my home. I will take great care of you.”
Alessandria sensed kindness from the woman. It was in her eyes and expression more than her manner. Her manner suggested that she was no one to trifle with.
“M-my lady,” she greeted through quivering lips. “I am Alessandria de Shera.”
Liselotte put her hand on Alessandria’s shoulder, meant to be a gesture of comfort, but the moment she touched the rank, damp wool, she drew her
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