Chapter 120 A Vow of Silence

Nobody moved. Ysolde held the arms of the Weather chair and turned her face toward that voice, the way you turn toward a step on the stair you’ve waited years to hear.

“You never spoke,” she said. “I’m sure of it. Rouen. The infirmary. I had a lantern. You didn’t say a word.”

“I’d taken a vow.” Th...

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