Ignatius Hemeldinck stayed with the family of Johan Delacoeur. They were well-prepared, with sturdy tents. This part of the camp was also higher up the riverbank and not as muddy as the lower areas. Again, the men of power looked after themselves well enough. Never mind the sick and very young people, and the school, where Julianna worked in a tent where the floor consisted of muddy straw.
She ran up to the tent and announced herself with a loud, “Hullo!” as she would normally do when visiting warehouses for her Father. She had not come here to be polite.
An old man pushed the tent flap aside.
“I’d like to speak to Ignatius Hemeldinck.”
“Wait here, missy.”
He let the fabric drop.
Missy? She was married to their legal king. What did he think he was that he could call her that? In fact
