Once or twice, when she asked him a question about what she had read, he certainly found it hard to give the right answer.
He did not talk very much and they had no intimate conversation, certainly nothing that could not have been said with a dozen people in the room.
But Shimona went to sleep with his name on her lips and awoke thinking of him.
When she was not with him, she felt part of herself was missing.
“I love him. I love him – there is nothing else in the world but him,” she would whisper over and over again.
The Duke slept in the afternoon and then both he and Nanna insisted that Shimona went out for a walk.
Her steps nearly always took her to the stables where Saunders or one of the other grooms would be waiting with a basket of apples cut into small pieces so that she coul
