Chapter ThirteenLord Lynke spent a wakeful night.
As the hours passed, he grew more and more restless until finally he arose from his bed and walked backwards and forwards across the room.
For the first time in his life he was frustrated to a point that was long past anger and irritation and instead made him merely desperate.
How could he find Ventura? In his mind he went over every possibility. Going in search of her, appealing to the King and even returning to San Sebastian.
At times he cursed her because her note had not been more explicit.
“I must go away because it is expedient for your sake as well as my own,” she had written.
He had never seen her writing before and somehow the delicate pointed letters made him think of her little pointed face and big blue eyes.
How often had
