Chapter Thirty-Nine
GRIETE HOUSE, ANTWERP, 1630
By the time the physician arrived, Constanza was dressed in a clean nightgown and the bed had been remade. Clara stayed with her after Henri had gone to meet him, knowing he must take time to explain Constanza’s spells of confusion when she said things she no longer remembered when lucid once more. The cut on the back of her head had stopped bleeding, which seemed reassuring.
‘I’m so much better. We should not have summoned the poor doctor out here again. I only fell from my horse with nothing even broken this time.’ She frowned. ‘Though I have no memory of how it happened. I remember watching you and Henri gallop away … then nothing.’
‘Do you remember me finding you?’
Constanza’s eyes widened. ‘No. I don’t remember anything from you rid
