“You lied to me. He came to see me and he sent a letter,” Katkin interjected vehemently.
“But...” the Maitress continued, giving her a look of exasperation. “I did what I did with the very best of intentions. I sent the young man away several times, but I swear I know nothing of any letter.”
As Katkin began an angry retort, Tomas stood abruptly and said, “Come, Katrione. You look as though you could use some fresh air. Let us go for a walk.” Then, to the Maitress, “We will not leave the grounds, I give you my word.”
The Maitress nodded. “Of course, Captain. But Katrione will need a cloak. I will send Amber to her room for one.”
He shrugged. “No need. She can wear mine.”
“I don’t want to go for a walk with you,” Katkin retorted angrily, and then stopped, realizing how childish this sou
