Rowena Through the Wall: Expanded Edition by Melodie Campbell Page A
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hands.
There were at least ten dresses―simple day dresses in cotton and wool, and at least three stunning dinner gowns in silks and velvets.
My eyes went immediately to a sapphire silk with blue fox trim on the cuffs and hem. The neckline plunged to a deep U in f ront and the waist was high. It would suit me well.
"Turn around," I said. "I'll try this on."
Logan spun around and I whipped off my rose dress. The sapphire gown popped over my head. It seemed to be made for me, minus the few extra inches on the bottom.
"What do you think?"
Logan turned around, his face growing beet red. "You're beautiful."
I gazed past him and realized the reason for his blushing. A mirror had been right in front of him while I changed, reflecting my every motion.
I blushed. "Help me carry these to my wardrobe."
"Your old room?"
I couldn't bear to return to the room I had shared with Ivan.
"No, the royal suite."
He breathed in relief. "Allow me, m'lady." He swept the dresses into his arms and proceeded through the doorway.
When we finished delivering the dresses, Logan went to my old room and gathered my belongings.
"Thank you," I said when he returned. "Have a good evening."
"You too."
I suspected he'd resume his position outside the door.
For the next two hours, I played dress-up with my new clothes. The two moons were high when I finally settled down to sleep.
Sargon came in late that night. If he was surprised to see me in his bed, he didn't say so. I feigned sleep as he slid beneath the covers beside me. Thankfully, he fell asleep within minutes.
In the morning, he was gone when I woke up.
Chapter 15
Logan came for me after breakfast. Sargon had summoned me to the great hall. I dre ssed carefully in the new rose day dress―well, new to me anyway―and lost no time making my way to the hall entrance. I stood there in awe for a minute, looking around. The ceiling had to be three stories high and there were four mammoth tables in the room.
Sargon gestured to me. "Ah, Rowena, come here."
He sat at the end of the center table, about ten men flanking him on either side. I recognized a few from the feast at Huel. Most stared, but a few men frowned. This didn't seem a place for me.
"Maybe I should leave," I murmured.
Sargon shook his head. "Come."
Thane gave me an encouraging smile and Rhys nodded once.
Reluctant, I made my way toward Sargon, facing him at a respectable distance.
"We were discussing strategy," he said, his eyes blazing. "I am wondering if you might like to give your opinion on our situation."
A collective gasp emitted from the table. Someone guffawed.
"Silence!" Sargon snapped. "You must hear this. I think it will surprise you. The lady has studied Tacitus." He smiled.
What a sneaky bastard! He was setting me another test. And a tough one.
"Do you have a map?" I said.
He frowned, perplexed. "Map?"
Oh rats! I tried to recall when the first European maps had been created. Not yet in Land's End, it seemed.
I approached the head table, which was already set for dinner.
"Here, I'll demonstrate. Help me clear these plates and spoons to one side."
No one moved.
Then Thane stepped forward and cleared the table. I took the spoons and ran them down the center of the table and off to the right. That would be the river. I took one plate and put it at the top of the river. Another I placed to the bottom right of the river. The third went to the very left of the table, parallel to the second plate.
I went for tankards next. I put three above the highest plate, two to the right of it and another two at the very bottom of the table.
The men gathered around, watching me.
I eyed Sargon. He nodded.
"See here," I began, pointing to my makeshift map, "I've made a drawing of the layout of Land's End. It's not to scale, but it will do for now. This plate is Castle Sargon, this one Huel and this one up here Norland. These spoons represent the river. I don't know what you call it."
"River Sargon," Thane
There were at least ten dresses―simple day dresses in cotton and wool, and at least three stunning dinner gowns in silks and velvets.
My eyes went immediately to a sapphire silk with blue fox trim on the cuffs and hem. The neckline plunged to a deep U in f ront and the waist was high. It would suit me well.
"Turn around," I said. "I'll try this on."
Logan spun around and I whipped off my rose dress. The sapphire gown popped over my head. It seemed to be made for me, minus the few extra inches on the bottom.
"What do you think?"
Logan turned around, his face growing beet red. "You're beautiful."
I gazed past him and realized the reason for his blushing. A mirror had been right in front of him while I changed, reflecting my every motion.
I blushed. "Help me carry these to my wardrobe."
"Your old room?"
I couldn't bear to return to the room I had shared with Ivan.
"No, the royal suite."
He breathed in relief. "Allow me, m'lady." He swept the dresses into his arms and proceeded through the doorway.
When we finished delivering the dresses, Logan went to my old room and gathered my belongings.
"Thank you," I said when he returned. "Have a good evening."
"You too."
I suspected he'd resume his position outside the door.
For the next two hours, I played dress-up with my new clothes. The two moons were high when I finally settled down to sleep.
Sargon came in late that night. If he was surprised to see me in his bed, he didn't say so. I feigned sleep as he slid beneath the covers beside me. Thankfully, he fell asleep within minutes.
In the morning, he was gone when I woke up.
Chapter 15
Logan came for me after breakfast. Sargon had summoned me to the great hall. I dre ssed carefully in the new rose day dress―well, new to me anyway―and lost no time making my way to the hall entrance. I stood there in awe for a minute, looking around. The ceiling had to be three stories high and there were four mammoth tables in the room.
Sargon gestured to me. "Ah, Rowena, come here."
He sat at the end of the center table, about ten men flanking him on either side. I recognized a few from the feast at Huel. Most stared, but a few men frowned. This didn't seem a place for me.
"Maybe I should leave," I murmured.
Sargon shook his head. "Come."
Thane gave me an encouraging smile and Rhys nodded once.
Reluctant, I made my way toward Sargon, facing him at a respectable distance.
"We were discussing strategy," he said, his eyes blazing. "I am wondering if you might like to give your opinion on our situation."
A collective gasp emitted from the table. Someone guffawed.
"Silence!" Sargon snapped. "You must hear this. I think it will surprise you. The lady has studied Tacitus." He smiled.
What a sneaky bastard! He was setting me another test. And a tough one.
"Do you have a map?" I said.
He frowned, perplexed. "Map?"
Oh rats! I tried to recall when the first European maps had been created. Not yet in Land's End, it seemed.
I approached the head table, which was already set for dinner.
"Here, I'll demonstrate. Help me clear these plates and spoons to one side."
No one moved.
Then Thane stepped forward and cleared the table. I took the spoons and ran them down the center of the table and off to the right. That would be the river. I took one plate and put it at the top of the river. Another I placed to the bottom right of the river. The third went to the very left of the table, parallel to the second plate.
I went for tankards next. I put three above the highest plate, two to the right of it and another two at the very bottom of the table.
The men gathered around, watching me.
I eyed Sargon. He nodded.
"See here," I began, pointing to my makeshift map, "I've made a drawing of the layout of Land's End. It's not to scale, but it will do for now. This plate is Castle Sargon, this one Huel and this one up here Norland. These spoons represent the river. I don't know what you call it."
"River Sargon," Thane
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