One day a month later Jaufre went out to the stables and found Johanna seated on a bale of hay next to Edyk the Portuguese, deep in earnest conversation. She looked more animated than she had since the day her mother died. Edyk was holding one of Johanna’s hands in both of his own, and as Jaufre came around the corner he raised it to his lips.
Johanna looked up and saw Jaufre. She pulled her hand free and jumped to her feet. “Edyk has come.”
“So I see.”
The two men exchanged a cool glance. “I am sorry for the trouble that has visited the house of the Honorable Wu Li,” Edyk said with a formal bow.
Jaufre inclined his head a fraction. He could not rue the lightening of sorrow on Johanna’s face, even if he suspected that their recent troubles were not what had brought Edyk the Portuguese to the house of Wu Li.
Wait a minute now, you say. So what is this? A history novel? an adventure story? or a romance?
Well. Who says it can’t be all three? –Dana
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