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She pushed open the large wooden door to Anne's chamber.
William, Anne's nine-year-old son, was about to leave, dressed in his hawking attire. Anne waved him off. Go. Your father awaits you, son. Catch a prize for me.
I will, Mother, the boy said, running off. Anne was in bed at this late hour, still wrapped in bedclothes.
You are ill, madame? Emilie asked.
You storm into my chambers, Anne said, turning her face away, as if concern were not the issue at all.
On the contrary, I have much to take issue with you, Emilie said.
Take issue, child.... No doubt this, as all things, concerns your prot俫? the fool.
You are right, madame, he is a fool. But only to have trusted you. As am I.
So, this is no longer about him, I see. But you and me...
You have wronged him in a great way, my lady, and by doing so, wronged me.
Wronged you? Anne laughed coldly. Your Hugh is a wanted man now. A murderer, a deserter as well. He is sought in two duchies and will be caught. And once he is, he'll be hanged in the square.
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These deeds, lady. Emilie met her eyes. They are now imprinted on you.
Go. Anne waved her away. Do you think that if I knew the person we sought all along was here, at Bor俥, in our court, your jester would still be running around, pained and aggrieved, butalive? He'd be as dead as his wife.
You sought Hugh? Emilie blinked. For God's sake-why?
Because the fool holds the greatest prize in Christendom, and he does not know it.
What prize? He has nothing. You have taken everything from him.
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There was a large red welt. And much worse.
What is that? Emilie moved forward.
Stay away, Anne snapped, shrinking into her pillows.
Please, my lady, do not turn from me. What is the bruise on your face?
Anne took a sharp breath. She dropped her head. It is myown prison, child. You want to see it-well, look!
Emilie let out a gasp. She rushed over and, against Anne's efforts, gently stroked the wound. Stephen did that to you?
You should know it, child, for it is the verytruth that you claim to know so well. A woman's truth.
Emilie recoiled in horror. The side of Anne's face was swollen to twice its normal size.
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