It was late when Elizabeth finally climbed the stairs to the solar and the keep was quiet. Grise was by her side and she stroked the dog’s back on the stairs. She was a bit sore after her training with Amaury this day, for she had used muscles she had forgotten she had. But she had made progress and was hopeful of some encouragement from him.
It had been impossible not to notice how often he had looked toward the road, obviously in hope of Laurent’s return. Thus far, there was no sign of the warriors who had left Beaupoint.
There had been much to resolve in the kitchens this night. Not only had Amaury brought a great deal of meat for the feast, but there were villagers aplenty gathering in the kitchens, as well. It had been chaotic when Elizabeth arrived to confer with Hamish. She learne
