Chapter 18
THEY WAITED for a while, but Johanna was shivering so much in her wet dress that several people told her to go home.
“Go home. We don’t want you to get sick, mistress.”
“But they went out because of me.”
“Which will have been useless if you die of cold. Please go home. We will wait.” Greetje was trying to stay positive, but her face was pale and her eyes red. Bart and Simon had told her what they had seen and she knew what Alexandre could do.
Johanna hugged her. “I’m so sorry. I want to wait with you, but I’m so cold.”
“Just go,” Greetje said.
Johanna felt awful. This was all her fault. It had been her idea to get the crown and staff. Were a few trinkets worth this much?
She could only assure Greetje that Master Willems had not been carrying any religious items that woul
