Chapter Eighteen
Throughout the next day, Amalie attended to matters of the estate. She inspected a crumbling part of the walls, approved the next week’s meager menu with the cooks, and met with townsfolk who pleaded for her intercession in disputes of land ownership.
What she did not do was visit Tyson’s room. He should be mostly recovered by now with only a little weakness lingering.
Edmund was a constant presence in the halls, walking from Tyson’s room to Simon’s and back again. He held so many secrets inside him, and she still didn’t understand why he kept hers from Tyson. Those two were as close as brothers.
He walked up beside her as she entered the great hall for supper. When she didn’t have guests, she was the only person to occupy the long table. She’d grown used to eating alo
