Tuesday, July 7, 1187
Tuesday, July 7, 1187Feast Day of Saint Ethelberga and Saint Thomas of Canterbury
Feast Day of Saint Ethelberga and Saint Thomas of CanterburyAt first light, Ysmaine awakened beside Radegunde, who snored softly as always she did. Gaston was standing at the prow of the ship, watching the sea ahead. It looked as if it would be a clear day. Ysmaine rose and went to his side.
“Good morning,” he said without turning, just before she reached his side.
“Did you sleep at all?”
“A little.” He eyed her, his gaze slipping over her. “You?”
“I was sufficiently tired to sleep anywhere, I fear.” Ysmaine smiled. “The ship is cramped with so many aboard, though I am not ungrateful for the passage. Will you tell me how all is to be managed?”
He considered her, then nodded in und
