Chapter ThirteenIf a battalion of mounted cavalry had, at that moment, ridden their horses right through the wall and into the banqueting hall, Lucy could not have been more thunderstruck. To steal into somebody's house and take something was one thing. That quite appealed to her sense of daring. But what he was proposing was, quite frankly, outrageous and, she felt, way beyond her powers to carry out.
“I … a maid?” It was an insulting suggestion, implying that he thought her of lowly birth and that this position was befitting of her station in life. “I can't… I wouldn't know how.” She bit her lip in anger.
“Don't forget, it's that or your life,” reminded Philip.
At his sharp words, Lucy's wits returned. “Have you thought that perhaps she saw enough in the stable to be able to recognize
