Chapter 27
Before going to the dining chamber, Manat suggested they both wash off the grime of travel. She showed Bradamante where to fill her wash bowl with water, then left Bradamante to bathe and change into one of her new tunics.
In the clean, sparse room Bradamante wiped the dust from her legs and feet. She splashed water on her face and ran her fingers through her hair. Then she pulled the brown tunic over her head and smoothed it down her torso. She slipped on a pair of breeches and reveled in knowing she was dressed exactly as she always was once she crossed the threshold of the white house.
I’m here. This is me. This is finally me.
She felt guilty at the thought. Manat would say she had always been who she was, and she should not wish for either the future or the past. Be who
