Neville knocked then entered the chamber. “I am glad to see the whites of your eyes,” he said.
“Aye, I am glad they can be seen.”
“How do you feel?”
“Like I’ve been poisoned.” His attempt at a jest didn’t register on Neville’s face. “Where is my wife?”
“Do you want water brought for a bath? Food?”
Why would no one answer his question? “Neville, aye I want all of those things. But mostly I want my wife.”
Neville sighed and pulled something from his pocket then passed it to him.
William took the missive and broke the seal. He opened it and read.
My dearest husband;
I have sat beside you while you fought your battle with the poison. Nan is a wonderful healer and assures me you will make a full recovery, but will be in and out while the poison leaves your body and you recover your strength from your wounds.
I have decided to seek permission from the queen and king to see my uncle. I believe I can convince him to do the right thing and reveal to me who these rebels are and how to track them down. I promise you I will take every precaution for my safety, as I am certain will Neville and the king. Do not be vexed with me. I cannot stand by and let these events unfold without taking action. I believe I can get through to my uncle. I will make this right.
Yours lovingly,
Agnes
Jesus in the garden, she was going to get herself killed. “Ready my horse,” he said to Neville.
“He is already set for you, my lord. As is mine.”
“How could you let her go?”
William regretted his words the moment they left his mouth. Neville would not have the power to stop his lady.
“I assure you, she arrived safely at Stirling and was delivered directly to the king.”
Well, there was that at least.
“You must eat something before we travel,” Neville said. “You are not fit in this state.”
William couldn’t really argue with him. He was hungry, and a wash wouldn’t go astray.
“Very well, I will eat and clean myself up, and then we will ride. Is that acceptable?”
“Aye, my lord. I do not want any harm to come to either of you.”
“I know that, Neville. I know.”
William flicked the sheets off him and stood. He was a little rocky, but he felt better than he had in days. He wondered what in all that was holy would possess her to take such a risk. Once he caught up to her, he didn’t know if he would embrace her in relief or tan her hide. Or maybe both.
Chapter Sixteen
Pulling down herhood only when she was securely in the presence of the king and queen, Agnes drew in a deep breath and curtseyed.
“I thank you, Your Majesties.”
“Sit. I am certain you are travel weary,” the queen said and motioned to a chair at their table. “I have food and drink prepared for you and a bed when you are ready.”
“Truly, you did not have to wait up so late for me,” she said, but was glad to see them. The journey had been uneventful as they had disguised her as much as they could having dressed her in trews and a tunic all covered by a hooded cape.
