The bath was hot and deep, the tub itself made of heavy leather that had been sealed along the seams. Alys guessed that wax had been used on the outside, though she had never seen the like. It was clever, for it would be comparatively light and flat for transport—she guessed she was not the only one who appreciated the pleasure of a bath. How long had it been? She would not think of it.
And she would not become accustomed to such luxury. As soon as she could free herself from this mockery of a marriage, Alys would return to the hut in the forest and the life she knew best.
Even so, she found herself unable to refrain from enjoying the luxurious treat. The water was blessedly hot and was so deep that she could sink up to her chin. There was even a piece of soap from Paris. Evidently, the
