CHAPTER FIVEHaving sent the Courier away after thanking him profusely, Zelda jubilantly walked back to the Duke.
Then, as she went back into the library, her instinct told her that he was at that moment almost regretting the decision he had made.
She therefore enquired in a very quiet voice,
“Would you like me to start by looking over these books or has Your Grace something particular to show me first.”
The Duke reacted exactly as she had hoped.
“I think,” he suggested, “you should come round The Abbey and see the other collections I have here and then afterwards you can start work on the books.”
“I would love to, Your Grace.” She thought as she spoke she must remember to always speak in a deep voice, otherwise he might think her younger than she appeared.
“I think that we should st
