The Lost Lady by Amelia Brown

Author:Amelia Brown [Brown, Amelia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781722725020
Published: 2019-01-07T00:00:00+00:00

Dawn was as brisk as ever, and maybe it was the long nights, but Luveday felt as if she’d rested better than she had in weeks. Men and women were already huddled around their fire as she emerged from the tent. Compassion filled eyes followed her with unwavering scrutiny. Luveday ignored what she could, and took comfort in her familiar routine. Luveday met Coll beside the fire, the boy had run out of the tent a moment before her, too eager to fetch her anything she might need. Food and drink seemed like manna from heaven as she sat amongst her friends and broke a late fast.

Iain was nowhere to be seen, but Gregori or Benedict were never far from hand. The day wore on with visits from the camp women. Luveday thanked them for their kindness the night before, and saw to any issues they might have, often offering some food or a hot drink on this chilly day.

Thomas didn’t ask how she faired, merely looked her up and down, nodded and got back to work. The injured grew less and less as an uneasy negotiation had started between the two groups. Luveday wondered how the incident in her tent would impact the cease-fire.

Luveday had reassured the majority of her followers that she was, in fact, alright and no wilting flower. She was ready for the distraction of dinner and found Benedict had returned from a brief sojourn to the King’s tent for news. It was clear to her that he was worried about her for the talkative lordling was remarkably quiet at times. He had at first tried to distract her with charming banter, but Luveday was not happy with the disruption in her tent. She had things to do, a daily mental checklist and though she was glad to see him for several days in a row, Luveday was not happy that every step she took had been to dance around her new shadow.

Iain appeared sometime around nightfall. The camp seemed to clear as he took up a seat next to her, a spot that until a moment before had been the home of Sir John Templeton, her other shadow.

They sat in silence for a moment as men departed to their own tents and campfires. Luveday was secretly amazed at how many people continued to come and check on her. Even Jane had sent her well wishes, though Luveday thought it was silly that the Madame stayed away least the connection bring Luveday’s character into question. Still, people had been in and out of the healing tents every day; many were men she had seen to or who had someone who was cared for by her own hands. Now the area was nearly deserted.

“You remember your promise,” Iain spoke with his head turned toward her, so close that she felt the breath of his words against her cheek.

Luveday didn’t have to think about which promise he referred to; there was only one that he would bring up now.

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