December 28, 1371
December 28, 1371There must be a rule, writ somewhere, that once one makes an enemy of another soul, one will eventually require that very person’s aid in some critical undertaking. As the sun turned morning’s skies to brilliant blue, I realized that the key to solving Merlyn’s riddle might be held by Ada Gowan.
I would have to solicit her assistance.
I grit my teeth and donned my old blue kirtle, hoping that Ada might be more inclined to confide in me if I dressed as if I had just come from the village. It was a slender hope, as we had never been confidantes, but my wearing the elegant garb of my new station was fairly certain to raise her ire.
I could not guess how Merlyn would know when I completed the task he set before me, but he was not a man who left loose ends
