“It does not matter,” the duchess says primly, “because I will not see him.”
“But Your Grace, you owe it to him to let him plead his ca — ”
“He has done so,” Anne says sharply. “Before all the barons of Brittany, if you remember. I refused him then and I refuse him now.”
Madame Dinan stops sewing and leans forward. “You must marry someone. He is half Breton and has the troops you need.”
“He is also old and fat and crude. He has seven children and is a grandfather!”
Madame Dinan’s nostrils flare in annoyance. “Your marriage must strengthen the duchy.”
The duchess keeps her eyes on her embroidery, but she is stitching blindly. "While I know that I must marry for duty, I do not think I must bear him.”
Beside me, Isabeau begins to wheeze slightly. She has grown even paler, and her eyes are fastened on the two women arguing. I quickly stitch a small frowning face on my linen square. I nudge her with my elbow and she looks up at me, then down at my embroidery. The silly face — or perhaps it is my poor stitching — manages to coax a smile from her lips.
Madame Dinan leans farther forward, her eyes burning with intensity. “You have a duty — a duty— to your country and Count d’Albret to honor the agreement your father made.”
The spell of my trick with Isabeau is broken, and the child begins to cough. with a cluck of frustration, Madame Dinan throws her embroidery down. “Fetch the court physicians,” she says.
Isabeau shrinks back onto her couch. “No, please, no,” she whispers. “I’ll stop coughing.”
Madame hurries over and smooth the child’s brow. “It is not a punishment, child. They merely want to make you well.”
“But I hate the leeches,” she whimpers. “See?” she says, her face brightening. “I stopped now. I don’t need to see the doctors.”
Anne leans close and brushes a few strands of hair from her sister’s face. “She is not feverish,” she tells Madame Dinan.
The governess pinches her lips. “Very well, but if it happens again, she will need to see them.”
Dinan returns to her chair, and the rest of us stitch silently, none of us wanting to be the one that sends poor Isabeau into another coughing frenzy that brings the court physicians down upon her.
It stays quiet for so long that the little girl dozes off. Anne smiles in relief, and her shoulders lose some of their tension.
Madame Dinan rises to her feet. “If you will excuse me, Your Grace, I have something I must see to.” She speaks softly so as not to waken Isabeau.
Anne nods her permission for the governess to leave. As Dinan slips out of the room, I look at the duchess and raise my brows in question.
One corner of her mouth quirks up. “Did you see your saint’s marque upon her?” she asks so quietly that it takes me a moment to be certain I have heard.
I blink in surprise. “No, Your Grace.”
“Pity,” she murmurs, then nods her head, indicating I should follow Dinan. I drop a quick curtsy, then hurry after the governess.
I am careful to stay well behind the older woman. with her head start, it is not difficult. The lack of courtiers also works to my advantage, for with so few others about, her footsteps echo quietly, making them easy to follow even when she slips out of sight.
At the east tower of the palace, she pauses to look behind her, and I quickly duck back around the corner. I hear her rap on a door. A man’s voice greets her, and then her voice fades as she moves into a room. I poke my head around the corner just in time to see which door shuts.
Giving thanks once again for the deserted hallways, I hurry to the door and lean in close.
"What do you mean she refuses to see me?” It is the rough, coarse voice of d’Albret.
“She is but a young, foolish girl, my lord. Do not take it too much to heart.”
“I thought you and Marshal Rieux were her appointed guardians. How much influence do you hold if she sees fit to ignore your counsel?”
“It is that brother of hers. I believe he encourages her stubbornness.”
“Do you need me to take care of him?” The casual way in which d’Albret asks this sends a chill up my spine.
“No, no. Do not worry. At the next council meeting, I will make it plain she has no other choice.”
"Well, do it before the French eat up the entire countryside, will you? I grow bored waiting for this spoiled child to agree to do what she has already promised. If she is old enough to rule a country, certainly she is old enough to marry.” There is a moment of silence, then d’Albret speaks again. “And what of Rieux? Is he still in favor of the match?”
“Absolutely, my lord. He believes joining your forces with Anne’s is the only way to keep the duchy safe from the French. when it is time to act, Rieux will support us. You can be certain of it.”