FIVE
Rosamond surveyed the horses. They all looked well rested and well fed — perfect for the journey home. If anything, their loads were lighter, now that the king and queen had their coronation gifts.
"What is all this?" Warin demanded.
Half a dozen servants came into view, each pair bearing between them an enormous chest.
"From Queen Margareta and Lady Penelope." They set the chests down and took off back into the palace.
Lady Penelope? Oh, then this must be the cloth the queen promised her, Rosamond decided. She had not expected this much. Perhaps this was Lady Penelope's doing. After all, if it weren't for Rosamond, her daughter Melitta would be dead. Rosamond shivered. They were all but a breath away from death, though she hoped her life would hold a great many more breaths than
