Chapter Fourteen
Charlotte waited in the garden in secret, behind a stone wall, which was covered by a thick mass of vines. Her two accomplices knew the spot well, and giggling, found their way into the lady’s confidence.
“Jontile, Lena, shush!” Charlotte quieted their excitement.
“Milady, why did you bring us here?” the bubbling Jontile asked.
“I’ll tell you, but it must be kept a secret. On my life, you must trust me here.”
“Please tell,” Lena implored her.
“I have your word?”
“You do indeed, ma’am,” she answered.
“Yes, ma’am,” Jontile followed.
“Well, it has come to my attention that Leonas has been unfaithful to his intended bride, Rosaura.”
“Oh why, he’s a knave of the worst sort,” Jontile agreed. “He was fondling my ass just the other day, had me bent over a table in the pa
