The Scandalous Duchess. Anne O'Brien

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      Prologue

       January 1372: The Manor of Kettlethorpe, Lincolnshire

      The water that had swamped the courtyard overnight, thanks to a sudden storm, soaked into my shoes. And then my stockings. I hitched my skirts, scowling at the floating debris around me. Even the chickens, isolated on a pile of wood in the corner, looked morose.

      ‘Who left that harness out?’ I demanded, seeing the coils of leather black and dripping on the hook beside the stable door. My servants, few as they were, had gone to ground, and since nothing could be done until the rain actually stopped, I squelched under cover again.

      Kettlethorpe. My young son’s inheritance, and a poor one at that. The burden of it, since my husband’s recent death and the administration of the estate not yet settled, fell on my shoulders. I flexed them, my sodden, mud-daubed cloak lying unpleasantly around my throat. The shadow of a lively rodent caught my eye as it vanished behind the buttery screen.

      ‘What do I do?’ I asked aloud, then winced at the crack of despair in my voice.

      There was no one to give me advice.

      I imagined what Queen Philippa might have said to me. Raised by her, educated by her at the English court, the СКАЧАТЬ