Chapter Seven
A Nightmare in the Meadow
Some days later, Lady Roslyn’s stringent imprisonment eased. First, her maid was allowed to visit her in the locked room…
“You shouldn’t have tried to flee,” Celia sounded scolding and reproachful.
“Who are you to admonish me?” Roslyn was incensed.
“Well, milady, it has brought you to this terrible predicament. I’m sorry, but it is the truth.”
Roslyn was less concerned with what her maid claimed, than she was with how she said it. “You sound as if you are no longer in my service.”
“Oh, but that is not true,” the girl came back passionately, “I will always be in your service, indebted to you. Yet, how can I service you properly, if I’m in the larder working not tending to your needs?”
All that was true.
“In the larder? Is that all that you do
