She pulled back the bed-curtains and stood gazing down at a sleeping child, a small girl with a pale face and a tumble of dark red curls. The woman placed her candlestick on a table. She hurried down the corridor, eased open a door and slipped inside.Ī four-poster bed, its hangings pulled against the treachery of draughts, stood in the middle of the room. At the top of the stairs she hesitated, glancing round as though fearful of being overlooked. The woman mounted the stairs to the second floor, her shadow trailing in the candlelight. She carried a small carpet bag and wore the travelling clothes of an upperclass servant. In the midnight darkness of Quale Castle, a woman emerged from the Queen’s chamber.
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