Breathless, Lou pulled the maid servant that Edith had seen in the queen’s chambers into his princess’ bedroom. His mistress’ room was dripping in condensation, and the room was muggy, pushing his endurance for heat to a new limit. Crouched at the fire, Edith was spooning a navy-blue liquid into a phial with careful precision. Many of the other servants criticised Lou for serving a witch, but his loyalty was so profound that he ignored how they made protective gestures over themselves when he rushed by them. Superstition and distrust of witches was one of the reasons he had struggled to get the maid to his mistress. Eventually, he had to resort to the threats of curses to convince her to follow him. Despite her clammy palms, Edith pushed the cork into the decorative container and turned

