“How would you fashion this escape?” he asked.
“You could come to my house as we’ve planned. Stay for a time, and then leave with Cecilia wearing my clothes, so that it looks as if you’re taking me out for a late night repast.”
“She is fair like you?” he asked.
“No, not at all, she’d have to wear my hood low.”
“You will create suspicions,” he said.
“Perhaps, but we must take that risk. And so late at night, who would really know? I swear, both the Princess and I are in grave peril if she remains with me.”
“You should have sent her on before.”
“I’m afraid I am weak when it comes to her, and she’s not clever avoiding danger.”
“Too bad foolish women are such a joy to be with,” the Moor observed.
“Oh, I do feel foolish now.”
My dear lover agreed to my plan. He would arrive at my home
