CHAPTER EIGHT“Very well,” Celina agreed, trying to speak calmly, “bring me some writing paper and a pencil, so that I can write to my husband.”
Egan Janner went to fetch what she needed. He returned with a scrap of paper, on which Celina wrote,
‘Dearest Robin,
I am with some of your workers, who have been very badly treated. Please come as quickly as you can. They are good people and need your help.
It is most important that you come by yourself. Do not send your Steward instead or allow him to accompany you.
Your wife,
Celina.’
“I’ll take it,” said Janner. “I can ride your horse.”
She watched as he galloped away on White Fire. Then she turned and found the others looking at her with a combination of aggression and confusion.
For a moment she was afraid. Would Robin do as she wish
