Chapter Twenty-One
Several hours later, I opened the door to my chamber, expecting to find Isolde there. Before the investing ceremony, during which Lancelot turned down the position at court he had rightly won, Isolde had said she was going to try to get an audience with the king and insinuated I should use the time to find Aggrivane. She disappeared into the crowd, and no one had seen her since.
The room was empty. My heart fell, and I worried over her whereabouts as I stepped out of my sticky dress, washed, and put on a fresh garment. I was just reaching for my comb when I saw it—a small pouch lying on my pillow.
I picked it up cautiously, curiously, mind racing with who could have left it and what it could possibly contain. I slid apart the drawstrings and turned the bag upside dow
