“John? How does that possibly help?” He gave her that same addled look Richard had.
“I will not stop until I unearth that very John that served King Henry,” she declared.
“There are hundreds of Johns from that time.” He splayed his fingers. “Half of them are likely dead.”
“Someone must know. I am close. I can feel it in my bones. Have you ever had such a feeling?” She leveled her gaze on him.
“Aye, many a time.” He nodded. “But I"ve been wrong often enough, too.”
“All I have to do is find the right John and I am on the way to my family. My real family!” She pumped her fists and raised her head to heaven.
Valentine asked, “Did you and Richard have a nice visit?”
She nodded. “Aye, it was very short, but pleasant.”
“Did he tell you Anne is breeding again?” He gave her an expectant smi
