Chapter 11-4

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Planks of lumber and a bucket of nails sat just inside the garden gate. John was already busy at reinforcing their battlements. By the amount of wood and nails, Rosalie presumed he had plans for the stables as well. They were so little used nowadays that she’d forgotten about them. ‘Would you help John with the gate and stables, Drew? We can’t have them completely blocked, but I definitely want them inaccessible from the outside.’ ‘Yes, Mam.’ Drew handed her the package from the baker, now with only one sweet bun, and ducked into the stables. The kitchen was a hive of activity. Rosalie could hear Honora barking orders and see Bridie and Alice scurrying to obey as she approached. Someone had removed the back door from its hinges and swept the glass clear. You’ve been a foolish old woman

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