AVIGNON 3 January 1348 AD
“Tarry a while, Marius, it"s not yet dawn,” Dominique beseeched, sliding across the mattress, drawing her body close and embracing him.
“Much as I desire, I must not be late at the foreman"s office. Remember the trouble I had at the loathsome Cabasse vineyard and, while I"ve been assured work, I will be more at ease when I take up the offer for real. Life has a habit of kicking you when you are down. No, go back to sleep while you can. You fed Fabien twice in the night, you must be tired.”
“A little, perhaps, and you"re right, I should make the most of our child being quiet!”
He doused his face with cold water from the pail then wrapped the worker"s staple lunch of bread and cheese in a cloth. Pulling on his tunic and a cloak round his shoulders, he left their
