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the women's quarters without pausing to summon Jubayar to escort her. Presently, she reached the
covered courtyard and paused at the fountain to look at the water lilies and chide herself for being so
angry with Rognvald.
She was gazing at her own glum reflection in the water when she heard the soft brush of a light step on
the gallery above, and glanced up to see Hasan's sister Danji watching her intently. Forcing a smile, she
raised her hand in greeting, and drew breath to speak. Before she could utter a word, however, the
young woman silenced her with a frantic gesture, and motioned for her to come up on to the upper
gallery.
Glancing around quickly to make certain they were unobserved, Cait hurried up the stairs only to find
that Danji had moved on. She was standing a few paces away, and as Cait made to join her she
disappeared through a door leading to one of the inner chambers. Uncertain what to do, Cait hesitated,
and a moment later Danji's hand appeared, beckoning her on.
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Cait hastened to the door, which was open, and stepped inside; the room was cold and dark, the only
light coming from a small window covered by a heavy grill. With a look of intrigue that sent a quiver of
complicity racing through Cait, the young woman pulled her into the room and closed the door behind
her. She then moved to the window and motioned for Cait to follow.
'I must speak to you,' Danji said. 'But we must never be seen together.' Her voice trembled, but whether
with fright or cold, Cait could not tell. 'Promise me you will tell no one.'
'You can speak Latin,' said Cait.
'You must promise,' Danji insisted. 'Now. This instant - or I will tell you nothing.'
'I do promise. I will tell no one what passes between us,' she agreed firmly.
'Very well. Do not think me unkind, but you must leave here at once. It is not safe.' She gripped Cait's
arm for emphasis. 'You must believe me.'
'Why? What is wrong, Danji?'
Glancing around as if she feared they would be overheard, Danji shook her head. 'I can say no more.'
'Why must I leave?'
'You are in danger.' She edged closer to the door.
Cait held her. 'Tell me why? Where is the danger?'
'Please, I can say no more. He would kill me if he found out I spoke to you.' Danji moved quickly to the
door.
Cait followed. 'Who?' she asked, but received no reply. Clearly she would get no more from the
frightened woman this way, and decided to try another approach. 'No harm will come to you,' she said,
trying to reassure her. 'I thought Hasan said you could not speak Latin.'
'Hasan says many things,' the young woman replied. 'He said also that I was his sister.'
'Are you not?'
'No.' Opening the door a crack, Danji peered out to see if anyone was watching. As she stepped out on
to the gallery, she looked back over her shoulder. 'I am not his sister,' she whispered. 'I am his wife.'
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
'In Anjou before the snow,' muttered Renaud de Bracineaux thickly as he stared at the muddy track
before him; white-topped mountains in the distance seemed to be holding up a sky like rumpled grey
wool. 'Winter at your estate - that is what you said.' He spat into a puddle.
'I blame the emperor,' the baron replied indifferently. 'If we had not been made to lavish attendance on
his silly cow of a niece, we would have been there and back by now.'
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De Bracineaux continued as if he had not heard, 'Not to mention the priest disappearing.'
'Ho, now! I will not have that laid at my feet,' d'Anjou objected. 'Anything might have happened to him.
Wild animals might have got him for all we know.'
'God's teeth,' snarled the Templar, 'it was that damnable woman! And that is another thing you were
wrong about.' He regarded the man on the horse beside him with rank disgust. 'I am curious. Tell me,
d'Anjou, have you ever been right about anything in your life?'
Sergeant Gislebert reined up just then. 'The company is ready, commander.'
De Bracineaux cast a glance at the long double rank of troops and pack animals and wagons. The
knights sat hump-shouldered on their mounts; hooded, their once-white surcoats now brown with mud,
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