Chapter Eleven
The next day Norris approached her. “I trust, my lady, that you and Mistress Blount are getting well acquainted?”
“Tolerably,” said Anne. She was beginning to find Norris a bore. There was something hangdog in his expression she did not care for.
“Remember that you promised me a reward for your introduction,” he said.
It was true. She did not want to make an enemy of the man; on the other hand, she certainly did not want him as a friend. She would give him his reward and have done with him.
“Want do you want? Money?”
She knew exactly what he wanted. She had spelled it out, almost, what she would give him. She wished she hadn’t. But, she sighed, she would keep faith with him.
“There are things worth far more than money that I would have,” he said.
“You want my ass, do
