Chapter Three
An aroma of fresh baked pie traveled its way through the great rooms below, up the stones stairs and into the hallway where it lingered for Erin to discover the fragrance when she left her room on her way downstairs. She found Paulina in the kitchen, scurrying about with pots on the stove bubbling like witches’ cauldrons. She was directing the maid who served the several guests in the dining room. Her gentle style endeared her to Erin.
“Lina?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Perhaps we’ll have a chance to talk about the castle and its history?” she queried the busy woman.
“I’d like that very much,” she replied kindly and they hustled toward the stove to pour Erin a cup of coffee.
The two were alone later that morning when the bustle of breakfast was over. Erin was combing through the
