All Haven could see of the woman was her moving lips. Two other women leaned toward her, trying to catch every word that was uttered.
âCould be,â Haven said. âIâll check it out. You go relax. Have a swim or something. Iâll find you when Iâm done.â
âI donât know.â Frances hesitated. âI promised Iain I wouldnât let you go off by yourself.â
âSheâs just an old woman,â Haven said with a huff. âWhat could possibly happen?â
She didnât wait for an answer and left Frances standing alone by the pool. She chose a lounge chair not far from the Pythia and lay down with her eyes closed and her ears open.
âYou were a queen, and you were murdered by your very own husband,â Haven heard the old woman say. Her voice was deep and mellifluous and somehow familiar. âHe had changed the world to be by your side, but when you gave him a daughter instead of a son, he turned against you. He may not have killed you with his own two hands, but he might as well have. He accused you of witchcraft, infidelity, and incest, and he had your head removed for the crimes he concocted.â
âThis doesnât sound like a very nice life,â the woman whined.
âNot all of our lives are nice ,â the Pythia responded wearily. âBut your life changed the course of history. And your daughter was one of the most powerful women the world has ever known.â
âMy daughter ?â the woman whined again. âNot me?â
âIâve got it!â The womanâs friend gasped. âOh Joan, you must have been Anne Boleyn!â
âWhoâs that ?â the first woman asked.
âYou know, that wife of Henry VIII. He chopped off her head so he could marry someone else. Have you ever had any headaches or neck pains that you couldnât explain?â
âNow that you mention it, yes!â The first woman could barely contain herself. âI do have migraines sometimes! And Iâve always been terrified of axes!â
âWell, there you go!â her friend exclaimed. âNow you know why! And donât forget your terrible taste in men. That last husband of yours would have murdered you too, if heâd had the chance.â
The first woman turned back to the Pythia, her enthusiasm renewed. âCan you please tell me more?â she pleaded. âWhat else do you see? Did I really have affairs? Were they as exciting as they sound?â
âI see nothing now,â the Pythia said. âMy energy is spent. You must go.â
âOh no! Please! You see Iâm having a little get-together this weekend, and I was hoping to invite Miranda Bennett, and she wonât even talk to people who donât have the right pedigree. . . .â
Phoebe held up her hand. âStop. Come again in two days, and I will attempt to see more.â
âOh, thank you!â the first woman gushed. âThis has been so fascinating.â
âGo,â Phoebe urged them once more.
The two women wandered off arm in arm, whispering in each otherâs ears. Once they had disappeared in the mist, Haven rose and approached the Pythia.
âHow much of what you told them was true?â Haven asked.
The woman glanced up at Haven. Half hidden beneath the towel, her face appeared old and frail, but her hazel eyes were dancing. âYouâre very bold,â she noted without seeming offended. âDidnât one of your mothers teach you that itâs not polite to eavesdrop?â
âIâm sorry,â Haven said. âI just got the sense that you were telling them what they wanted to hear so theyâd go away.â
âYes, I doubt Ms. Mortimer would be interested to know that sheâs been ignorant and useless in every life sheâs led. I imagine the only notable thing sheâs done is perfect the art of divorcing rich men. But these people all want to hear that they
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