Wren’s POV
I read it in the corridor, standing up, wrapped in a blanket, because I refuse to sit down for it.
It’s good paper. That’s the first thing. Heavy stock, the same as the note in Ivo’s cottage, with the three crossing lines pressed into the wax, and the handwriting is small and even and belongs to a man who was in no hurry at all.
To Wren Thornhollow, also entered as Elske Renhild.
The boy carried a message for you and was paid for it in the usual way. He has returned to you complete, which is more courtesy than either of us is owed.
You have been unbound. Do not trouble yourself wondering how we know. We have known every hour of your life for nine days, and we knew the moment your mother’s work came off you, because there is a woman in a yard eleven miles north of you who sc
