The physician studied the sealed letter in his hand before looking up into the young woman’s face. “But, Mistress Jaime, for certain there are better ways of sending this abroad than by my friends.”
“There is no other way but through you, Master Graves. I have to be certain that they will get it.”
The man ran a hand over his balding head. “But you must have sent other letters to your kin, and you don’t suspect that they’ve been lost, do you? What makes you think this one might not reach them?”
Jaime stopped her pacing and looked at the travel-weary man. His clothes still carried the reddish dust of the road between Cambridge and Kenninghall. Running to her chamber at first sight of the physician and his assistant, Jaime had waited impatiently for him to reach the house. Indeed, the heal
