1. ’
‘Merci, Gérard,’ Melusine muttered under her breath, adding aloud, ‘And the
major, he will also wish that you let me go to see Jacques. “It is unimportant,” she said. Had this not
been the case, he must have refused even to see his Frenchified granddaughter. Gerald glanced down and saw her dash at a spread of blood on his own hand,
only now realising that her dagger had found its mark. Where was the expected message from this
captain, who had promised to send her word at the instant Gerald returned to
town. And that would spoil it. . Trodger might not need his hair dressed, but the flagon of ale that each soldier
quaffed would be welcome—once his captain had departed, thought Roding
cynically.
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