“Pray forgive me,” Lynette said, her voice straining through her aggravated throat, and bowed her head low.
Olympe took two steps and stood before her friend, wrapping her arms around her. “There is nothing to forgive, my pet, nothing whatsoever.” Releasing one arm, Olympe beckoned toward the blanket and the few morsels of food still remaining in their containers. “Why do you not sit down and have some of the oranges? They are the King"s best.”
Lynette managed a small, shy smile, but shook her head. “No, merci, dear Olympe. I think…I think I will return to my room for a quick rest.”
merci“Please, mademoiselle.” Antoine raised his arm, holding it perfectly horizontal, his elbow thrust toward Lynette. “It would be my greatest pleasure to escort you.”
Lynette, giving the shallowest of cur
