TWENTY-THREE
Today, Rosamond's morning sickness turned into morning, noon and night sickness. There was no way she could go to the palace in this condition, let along argue Warin's suit. She lay among the cloudberries, with scarcely the strength to sit up. Slowly but surely, her dizziness receded so that she could stare at the nearest cloudberry bush and wonder if it had quite that many blossoms on it when she'd first lain beside it.
When she reached out a finger to stroke the petals, she received a smug burst of satisfaction from the plant. The new blossoms were its celebration of her returning health. Rosamond couldn't help it. She laughed aloud.
"So you are the crazy hedge witch my grandson brought home," a cold female voice said. "They say he plans to marry you, nobody that you ar
