SEVEN
Rosamond lay in the darkness of her pavilion, listening to Monika's even breathing. Low voices outside told her that the guardsmen were still awake, sitting around the fire, she presumed. After falling asleep almost instantly for a week, she was restless.
Perhaps it was the magic of communicating with the berry bush today, or maybe it was simply because she knew she was home. Rosamond was not sure, but she certainly did not feel like sleeping.
The sound of Sir Warin's deep voice decided her. Her maid might sleep, but Rosamond was not ready to retire yet. She neatened her gown as best she could in the darkness, then pushed aside the tent flap to emerge into the firelight.
Silence greeted her.
Only Sir Warin dared to break it. "Good evening, Princess," he said. "Are we making too
