“Then perhaps I should ask.”
Charlotte had changed the young woman’s path, so that instead of entering the marketplace, they were headed toward the castle gardens and the secluded place where she knew the flirts had taken Leonas for their fourth rendezvous. Before they even reached the hidden bower, the two women could hear the faint sound of female laughter.
“Perhaps we should go elsewhere,” Charlotte suggested trying to steer Rosaura away.
“No, I think I hear familiar voices,” the girl disagreed. “If my Leonas is here, there could be no better time than now to confront him.”
What soon appeared before the two woman’s eyes was exactly as Charlotte had planned, and what the young maid feared most. The innocent virgin had expected some playful and flirtatious meeting of Leonas and his ta
