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      Nell looked at her father with horrified eyes.

      He caught her look and said harshly, “Despite what you may have heard in your convent, it’s true. There is no making sense of the tragedies in life. No religion can explain to me why I had to lose both my son and my daughter. God does what He damn well pleases and He doesn’t answer any questions.”

      Nell tried to think what she could say to answer the earl’s shocking words. “It’s true that we can’t know the mind of God, but we must trust that there is a plan that we can’t understand,” she said, echoing words she had heard more than once in the convent.

      “I don’t think I would want to understand a plan that would take my son and my daughter from me,” her father said, turning his grim look on her.

      Nell bit her lip. He’s grieving, she thought excusingly. He doesn’t mean it.

      Once more silence descended on the small group by the fire. Tears ran from her mother’s eyes and her father looked angry.

      I wish I could comfort them, Nell thought with distress. I feel so useless here.

      Her mother wiped her eyes and looked at her. “I don’t know what we’re going to do about clothes for you. You’re quite a bit smaller than Sybilla.”

      “We can alter some of Sybilla’s gowns,” Alida said. “They will do until we can have her own clothes made.”

      Clothes? Nell thought. She looked from her aunt to her mother in puzzlement. “Why should I need clothes, Mama? I have my habit.”

      Her mother and father glanced at each other. Then the earl spoke. “You will not be going back to the convent, Nell. You are my only remaining child and you have a duty to your family. You will be remaining here at Bardney for the foreseeable future.”

      Nell’s dark blue eyes grew huge. “I’m not going back to the convent? But I was to be professed as a nun in six months’ time!”

      “You are not going to become a nun. You are now the heiress to the Earl of Lincoln—a far more important position than a mere nun could ever hope to attain.”

      Nell felt as if she had been hit over the head. Her brain was utterly scattered. Not going back to the convent? But the convent had been her life!

      The earl continued, “I will write to Mother Superior to tell her of my decision. We were wrong to send you there all those years ago. It’s true that God gave us a son, but then He took him away. I don’t owe God a daughter, as well. From now on you will be staying here, with us.”

      Nell sat in her sister’s bedroom, surrounded by her sister’s things. The wooden trunks along the wall held Sybilla’s clothes; the coverings on the bed bore Sybilla’s monogram; the hangings on the stone wall were the product of her sister’s paintbrush. When her mother had put her in Sybilla’s room, Nell had assumed it was because all the other bedrooms were full. Now she realized it was because she had been designated to take Sybilla’s place.

      But I’m not Sybilla, she thought rebelliously. My life has taken a different path.

      She jumped up and went to the window. The busy outer bailey of Bardney lay spread before her, with men coming and going on castle business. Panic fluttered in her stomach.

      I don’t belong here. This is not my home anymore.

      Mother Superior won’t let me leave.

      The thought took root in Nell’s shocked mind. For the past nine years she had dedicated herself to God. To be ripped so abruptly from her sacred purpose and returned to the secular world had stunned her and destroyed her sense of who she was.

      Mother Superior would intercede with her father, convince him to leave Nell in the convent, where she had been so happy and so secure.

      I must find a way to see Mother Superior.

      But Nell was canny enough to realize that her father would not let her return to the convent if he thought she wanted Mother Superior to intercede for her. She had to think of another reason for wanting to return to St. Cecelia’s.

      I’ll tell Father that I want to say goodbye to the nuns. Surely he won’t deny me that opportunity. After all, they have been my family for the last nine years.

      Her idea had barely formed when the bedroom door opened and her mother came in.

      “I don’t want you to wear that wimple at dinner,” Lady Alice said to Nell. “Take it off and let me see what your hair looks like.”

      Reluctantly, Nell slowly removed her veil and wimple. Her brown hair was pulled back tight against her skull and fastened in a braid at the nape of her neck. It fell halfway down her back.

      “Thank God they didn’t cut it,” her mother said, relieved.

      “It was going to be cut when I took my vows,” Nell said.

      “Well, you aren’t going to make your vows, so you don’t have to worry about that anymore.”

      Nell had never once worried about having her hair cut.

      She thought she should try to get her mother on her side about visiting Mother Superior.

      “Mama,” Nell said, as Lady Alice began to unravel Nell’s hair, “I want to go back to the convent to say goodbye to the nuns. They were very good to me and it would be churlish of me to go away without even a goodbye.”

      “Good grief,” her mother said. “How often did you wash your hair? It’s greasy!”

      Hair washing had never been of great moment in the convent.

      “I don’t know,” Nell said vaguely.

      Her mother made sounds of disapproval. “Well, this needs to be washed before you can display it. I had better put the braid back in for now and we can wash it tomorrow.”

      “Did you hear me, Mama?” Nell said a little desperately. “I would like to return to the convent to say goodbye.”

      Her mother continued to braid Nell’s hair. “Well, I suppose that can be arranged. We’ll have to talk to your father.”

      “Can we ask him tonight?”

      “We’ll see.”

      Lady Alice finished braiding Nell’s hair, then looked into her face. “Your life is going to be very different from what you are used to, Nell, and I realize it may be hard for you at first. I will do my best to help you.”

      Nell dropped her eyes. “Thank you, Mama,” she murmured.

      “It’s important to you, saying goodbye at the convent?”

      “Yes.”

      “Very well. I will speak to your father.”

      “Thank you, Mama,” Nell said again. “Do you think I can go tomorrow?”

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