Chapter Eighteen
“It must be noon by now,” said Imelda, squinting at the sun hanging over Corn Cheaping in the centre of Brummagem.
“Yes, or near enough,” said Marion. Her visit to Dionisia had taken place the day before, but the encounter still occupied her mind. She smiled at the younger of the guards outside de Birmingham’s manor house.
The guard smiled back with an easy confidence that piqued her interest. If she lived through the day, he might be worth getting to know. His older companion watched their flirtation, shaking his head in a ‘you’ll learn lad’ fashion.
Imelda shifted from one foot to the other and rocked back and forth on her heels. “You’re making me nervous,” said Marion.
“Well I’m terrified, so you’re better off than me,” said Imelda, clapping her hands together. “I’
