“We received an interesting missive today.” Valentine sat across from Denys in the solar as his Esquire of the Body slid satin slippers onto his master"s feet.
Taking his serious tone the worst way, Denys clutched her hands to her girdle before they could tremble. She knew how Valentine made light of the most threatening danger—he thrived on adversity, all the more to vaunt his valor in besting it. “Oh, no, what now?”
His smile eased her. “Nay, "tis good tidings, that Genoese captain from the Woodville fleet. Cristoforo Colombo.”
“Aye.” She nodded. “The one you caused to disburse the fleet.”
“Aye. He repeated his ideas about the world we don"t know, and Richard took that for what it is worth.” A steward brought a tray laden with cheese and grapes, and another server placed glasses of m
