CHAPTER TWO“Not yet,” the Marquis replied speaking very quietly. “You will have to leave the inn and he will be here watching for you.”
He looked at the girl as he spoke and realised that she was shivering with cold and fear. It must, he realised, have been extremely draughty behind the curtains covering the window.
“Come to the fire,” he said, “and, when you are feeling warmer and better, we can make plans.”
He went towards a small table as he spoke and picked up the glass of wine he had been holding in his hand when Sir Gerbold entered the room.
“I regret you will have to use my glass,” he said with a faint smile. “This is not a notably luxurious hostelry.”
“I don’t – need any – thank you,” the girl answered, but her teeth chattered as she spoke.
“It will warm you,” the Marquis sug
