Chapter 8The first thing I did after leaving Will’s lodging just after dawn was go to Whitehall to see if my Lord Salisbury needed my help. On my way through the corridors, I took bread and milk from the kitchen and ate and drank as I walked through the halls and up the staircase to his chamber.
Lord Salisbury usually rose early and was at his desk when I walked in without knocking, to find him writing, still clad in his long linen nightshirt.
“My lord, may I help you dress?” I always bowed to him, but I did it with a crust of bread in my mouth and when I looked up, he smiled. I quickly took the bread from my mouth. “Forgive me, my lord.”
“I could probably forgive you most things, Lark,” he said with his crooked smile. “You championed me yesterday, and I was grateful. It’s not that I ha
