At last she raised an arm and the sergeant stopped.
“Take her away,” Lady Eleanor said to Rebecca. “Put some ointment on her bruises, but then take her to the hall. Place her in the corner, naked, facing the wall, so that all may see what happens to those who disobey me.”
“Yes, my lady,” Rebecca said quickly, hurrying the weeping Rachel away.
“You did well, sergeant,” Lady Eleanor said, beaming at the soldier. “I shall have cause to show my gratitude at some later time.”
“Yes, my lady,” said the sergeant, holding her gaze as he bowed. Would he be called to her bed that night? Perhaps not; it seemed the lady had a new plaything. But the sergeant knew his services were invaluable, and not only those he provided between the sheets.
Lady Eleanor and Hansel were left alone. “I hope you ar
