Callie pulled a face behind her back, earning an astonished glance from Lanette. She felt sorry for the young woman. Elfreda looked a difficult task mistress, not easily won over. Callie suspected she would find fault with everything, no matter how hard anyone tried.
And what of Lanette? Where was her own child? Callie turned to ask, but was stopped by the misery of Lanette’s expression as she gazed down at Ana. A tear rolled down her cheek and plopped onto Ana’s forehead. Surprised, the baby blinked but kept on sucking. Callie recalled a description she’d read of life in medieval time: ‘nasty, brutish and short.’ Too short for Lanette’s child, apparently, but perhaps Ana could fill the gap left in her nurse’s heart?
Unaware she was being watched, her attention solely on the suckling inf
