Leah, under house arrest and constant surveillance, tolerated the sentries posted inside her bedchamber and at the entrance to her outer apartments. One maid slept on a pallet at the foot of her bed. At least they let her use the closestool behind the curtain. August 22 was barely two weeks away, and she spent every waking moment praying for Hugh"s safety. But she stubbornly believed she’d been brought here to save him. So no matter what happened on August 22, he would survive it.
A knock at her door roused her from deep thought. Yorath"s wife Gwyn entered. A guard followed. Oh no, she wants her fortune told, Leah thought.
Oh no, she wants her fortune told, "Come to ask me about the future, Lady Gwyn?" Leah rose from the window seat and approached her.
"Nay, Mistress Leah. I simply come
