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“Because you must depend upon yourself.”
“And you.”
Again, that tight burning agony filled her chest. She looked down. “And me, yes.”
“But not that knight.”
She glanced back at the barn. It was a shadow against the rising moon. It was strange that she was telling Kit not to trust the knight when all her hopes were with him. “I am hoping we will get to know him enough to trust him, but right now you shouldn’t.”
“When can I trust him?”
“I’m not certain, but we can start with a bowl of porridge and see him strong.” She brushed into the cottage.
Kit skipped behind her. “Can I bring him the porridge?”
Mercy ruffled his hair. “Not yet. I have to get to know him to see whether he is trustworthy.” And she hoped he was.
