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said.
    Her cousin sat down at a board. Rosamunde went to her coffer and brought her parchment, ink, a pen and sealing wax. She read the document. Angelina promised her fifty gold talents and the cancellation of her father’s debt, once Count Torrs was released, and she sealed it with her own ring.
    Rosamunde placed the parchment inside her tunic. ‘If I am to pose as you, I should have servants. Is Margaret to come with me?’
    ‘No, I need her myself. I will arrange for one of the inn servants to go with you.’
    ‘I asked Maire to accompany me here, so I will take her with me. She is old and my father’s other servants will care for him until we return.’
    ‘What will you do afterwards?’ Angelina asked, though for once she could not look her cousin in the face.
    ‘I shall return to my father. I shall send Maire for my money and care for my father until he dies.’
    ‘You should use the money to buy yourself a husband. Not many knights would take you for so little, but you might find a freeman who would wed you. It would set you up in a modest inn where you might earn your living.’
    ‘I thank you for your advice, cousin, but my father needs someone to care for him.’
    ‘Well, you must do as you please,’ Angelina said a little uncomfortably. ‘We shall send three men as your escort, but once you reach Lord Mornay’s castle you and your nurse will go in alone.’
    ‘But why? Surely they will wait and escort me home?’
    ‘They will wait outside the castle for three days. After that, they will leave you to make your own way.’
    ‘Why will they not come in with me?’ Rosamunde frowned. ‘What are you not telling me, Angelina?’
    She sensed that her cousin was hiding something but could not tell what it might be.
    ‘I am telling you how it must be. Lord Mornay demands that your escort leave once you are inside the castle. He will not admit armed men into his bailey.’
    ‘I think there is more to this than you have told me,’ Rosamunde said, suddenly suspicious. ‘Will you not tell me the truth, cousin?’
    ‘There is no more to tell. You should leave now. Lord Mornay expects you before nightfall.’
    Rosamunde inclined her head and turned away. What had she missed that day when she’d overheard her cousin plotting with Sir Thomas to send Rosamunde in her stead? There was something more than the simple payment of a ransom—but what?
    * * *
    Rosamunde noticed the odd looks her escort gave her as they waited for her to approach them. She wondered what they were thinking, but did not ask. She was certain that Angelina had not told her the whole truth.
    ‘Why are you going to this man?’ Maire asked. ‘I have heard of Lord Mornay. He is an evil, wicked man and people fear him.’
    Rosamunde frowned at this; perhaps the old woman was simply exaggerating. ‘I am to take the ransom formy uncle—I told you, Maire. When Count Torrs is free, my cousin will pay me fifty gold talents and my father’s debt is cancelled. I shall come home and look after him—and the rest of you. Somehow I will earn a living for us all.’
    ‘What could a girl like you do to earn money?’ Maire looked scornful.
    ‘I can sew and cook. Perhaps I can make dresses for the wives of noblemen. Even if I earn just enough to buy hens and a cow it will help. We could raise our own pigs and grow our own worts and soft fruits.’
    ‘And what of the taxes? The prince’s collectors took much of what we had the last time they came—armour, silver and pewter that would have fetched far more than your father owed them. If he had been stronger he could have forced them to take just what was due, but they knocked us aside and stole what they pleased.’
    ‘If King Richard returns he will put a stop to his brother’s unfair taxes,’ Rosamunde said. ‘It is not right that people should be treated so badly.’
    ‘Aye, that’s what everyone hopes, but it is not likely that the prince will pay his brother’s ransom. Why should he