Chapter Forty-One
GRIETE HOUSE, ANTWERP, 1630
Two weeks later, Clara watched them leave in the Anchemant’s coach, waving them off until they passed beneath the gatehouse arch. It would be a little unnerving to have the house to herself for the few days it would take Henri to arrange passage for her back to Amsterdam. The weather had calmed, at last. But for how long?
That night she dreamed a different version of a dream she had not had for some time. Possibly years? It was hard to know with dreams. In this one, she understood she lived in Griete House with a husband and child, though it was not the house she knew. She was alone in bed in a large room looking out over the sea, which she watched from where she rested, for there were no curtains around it. The scene had changed to daylight
