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Throughout the meal, the two men spoke of friends and colleagues in Tiralien’s great houses. They discussed theater and literature and argued the relative merits of various artists. It could be a conversation between any two friends, Ilse thought, except for the warmth in their eyes, and the occasional caress. Once her gaze met Lord Kosenmark’s just as he kissed Lord Dedrick’s palm. His expression went from smiling to blank. After nearly two months in his household, she realized that was a clue, and she wondered what he th
ought behind that impenetrable shield.
After she served the dessert, Kosenmark dismissed Ilse from the room. “Stay outside until we call.” He hesitated a moment, then said softly, “You were right to insist you were not afraid.”
A lonely watch followed. Once Lord Dedrick came to the door with his shirt unbuttoned and asked her to fetch another two carafes of wine. On her return, she knocked but heard no answer. The salon was empty. Voices sounded through a half-closed door leading into another room, the words indistinguishable, but their tones unmistakably intimate. The book still lay on the table. Her fingers itched to look inside. Resisting the temptation, she set the carafe on the table and left.
Several hours later, Lord Dedrick departed for his father’s house. Lord Kosenmark escorted him to the door. He wore a fresh shirt and tunic, and his long hair was combed smooth and tied back with a ribbon, but he was still barefoot. He was carrying the book, she noticed. “Tell Kathe to have the salon and the other room cleaned,” he said in passing.
Kathe ordered Ilse and several other girls to help fetch dishes. Chambermaids were already at work when they returned to the salon. More chambermaids were at work in the private room beyond.
Janna wiped down the table, while Kathe, Ilse, and Steffi collected the plates and goblets onto trays. Both Steffi and Janna were in a good mood. They chattered and laughed while they worked, and for the first time, they included Ilse.
“Lover’s nest,” Steffi whispered, nodding toward the private parlor.
Janna rolled her eyes. “Any good stories?” she asked Ilse.
Ilse shrugged. She was certain Lord Kosenmark would hear if she said anything indiscreet. He listens, she thought, and they don’t know it. Or they don’t care. Feigning a yawn, she said, “They talked. And talked. Nothing worth repeating.”
“I heard his father lectures him,” Janna said. “Tiresome old man. He wants his son at home on the estates, not in Tiralien with Lord Kosenmark.”
“Maybe Lord Dedrick finds it restful here,” Kathe said pointedly.
Janna giggled. “I doubt they rest.”
She and Steffi were both laughing, and even Kathe was trying hard not to smile. Ilse said nothing. She remembered how Kosenmark had kissed Lord Dedrick’s hand and the look in his eyes when he did.
“How do you think they do—” Steffi began.
Kathe cut her off with a gesture. “It’s not our business. Hurry up. We’ve a long night still.”
With Kathe chivvying them along, they were soon done and back in the kitchen. Mistress Raendl immediately sent Steffi and Janna into the common room. “You’re dismissed for the night,” she told Ilse. “Lord Kosenmark’s orders.”
Odd how the noise did not slacken, and yet Ilse could sense the sudden break in the conversations around her. Lys coolly stared at Ilse. Dana elbowed Rosel, who scowled back. Steffi and Janna paused by the doors, both of them stony-faced. Only Hanne’s expression did not change, but she was wrapped in some private grief of her own as she doggedly washed pots and pans.
Ilse thanked Mistress Raendl and left the kitchen. She wished she could explain to Lord Kosenmark that his kindness was a burden, but he would only dismiss her fears and Mistress Raendl would lecture her about questioning her master. She reached the dormitory and slipped into the room, which was still empty. She set the candle on the mantelpiece, then paused in surprise.
A letter lay upon her bed, a bright square against the dark blanket. Her heart beating faster, Ilse took up the paper. A tingling met her fingers, and she caught a whiff of magic’s green scent, combined with cedar and wood smoke—Kosenmark’s scent. When she broke the seal, a wave of magic rippled over her skin. She had heard of spells against prying and wondered if this was one.
The letter had no date and no signature. Just one short paragraph written in a neat elegant script:
My apologies are insufficient. Let me nevertheless offer my regrets. My coin buys your willing service and nothing more. Your secrets remain yours alone.
Ilse glanced at the ceiling and its several vents. He had deliberately sent her away early so she might read the letter alone. Was he listening now? Unnerved, she crumpled up the paper, intending to throw it into the fireplace. On second thought, she smoothed it out and reread the words. It was like a prize, awarded for courage. Or bravado, she thought. She stored it at the bottom of her trunk, underneath all her clothing. Only then could she snuff out the candle and pretend to sleep.
CHAPTER TEN
THE TORMENTS BEGAN early the next day. In hindsight, Ilse was not surprised. She knew how girls in Melnek’s families maneuvered for social ranking, and she’d overheard enough quarrels between the kitchen girls and chambermaids in her father’s house. But that first morning, she thought only about hurrying downstairs before the other girls. If she worked longer today, perhaps they would not mind the hours she had not worked the night before.
She bathed quickly and dressed, her hair and skin still damp, then raced from the baths to the kitchen. To her surprise, Janna and Rosel were already there, eating breakfast. Janna favored Ilse with a long stare. Rosel ignored her.
Ilse sighed and turned away. So they still blamed her for Lord Kosenmark’s favoritism. She poured herself a mugful of coffee and added cream from the common pitcher. In spite of her early bedtime, she had spent a restless night. The private supper, the letter, the idea that Lord Kosenmark knew her identity—all those had mixed together in a series of disturbing dreams. Yawning, she gulped down her coffee.
And spewed it all over the floor.
Salt. Her stomach heaved. She pressed her mouth shut and ran for the alley door, where she threw up again. Behind her, she heard smothered laughter. Ilse wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She’d dropped the cup, too. Mistress Raendl would scold her for that and for the mess. Likely the girls had foreseen that as well.
Reluctantly, she returned to the kitchen, where she found all the girls gathered together. Lys clucked in apparent sympathy. Dana tossed her a sponge. The others shook their heads and rolled their eyes.
