SIX
Rosamond tired easily on the first day, and the second, and the third. When the guards pitched her pavilion by the setting rays of the sun, she had been quite ready to retire early for the first week of their journey home. Perhaps travelling did not agree with her, or the magic she had expended in healing Lady Penelope's daughter Melitta had taken its toll on her strength. She might not have swooned, but she was certain if she tried to use her magic again, she would most certainly faint.
So she stumbled to bed with the sun, falling asleep to the low hum of conversation between the guards, Monika and Sir Warin. Aside from Monika and Warin, the others maintained a respectful silence in her presence, but once she was inside the pavilion, they thought nothing of making bawdy jokes that
