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Or if she did, whether or not she remembered who she was. Their mother was as likely to call Joby Edward or Berengaria or, sometimes, Joby's real name of Margaret.

Jamie looked back at his young sister, as always dressed as a knight's page in tights and jerkin. For the thousandth time he told himself he had to force her to start dressing as a girl, but even as he thought it, he knew he hadn't the heart.

Time enough for her to grow up and face the harshness of life. Let her be a child as long as possible. There were only five people at the table and a few servants -- all that were left to them -- beginning to straggle in from the kitchens, but Joby liked to imagine there were hundreds and she was on the stage before the queen.

Joby mimicked a woman awakening in the morning, stretching and yawning. If what she did made Berengaria laugh, then Jamie would allow her to continue. Joby began making rather vulgar movements of a woman lifting her nightgown and settling herself onto a chamberpot.

Jamie, who was whispering to Berengaria, raised one black eyebrow at Joby, letting her know she was not to go too far. Joby straightened. Not that one. Nor that one or that one or that one or that one. No, no, you fool. How many times have I told you that I have worn that gown before? I want new clothes. Always new clothes. This is a new gown?

How do you expect the Maidenhall heiress to wear such as that? Why that silk is so thin it would Why it would bend if I were to wear it. They'd seen women at court who wore gowns so stiff they might as well have been carved of wood.

Here, you men there, lift me into it.

Joby gave a great leap as though being lowered into the stiff dress, then waited while the hooks were latched. Which shall I choose? How does one choose jewels? I shall, of course, wear them all. Now, you there, put my jewels on me. Then, with her neck still stretched, she somehow managed to convey the impression to her audience that her head was now being weighed down with great, massive earrings. And when the jeweled headdress was placed on top of her head, she visually swayed under the weight.

By now everyone, servants, retainers, family, all except Joby's mother, were laughing helplessly. For a moment she swayed dangerously, about to go down, first one side, then the other, looking like a drunken sailor standing on the deck of a storm at sea. Just when she was about to go down, she righted herself and finally, at last, with great dignity, held herself erect. With difficulty, the audience quieted and awaited what came next.

I will see if he is worthy of taking me to the man my father has contracted for me to marry. But wait, tell me of him. He'd only been home for a fewdays, and he found he could not bear to allow any of his family out of his sight or touch. A bit of money there, but not much.

But then no one has riches to compare to me, do they? Speak up! I cannot hear you. Yes, yes, that is better. I know in my heart how rich I am, but I am still a woman and I like to hear it said aloud. Oh yes. This man who has the privilege, the honor, of escorting me. He is a Montgomery.

What is it you say? He is of the poor branch of the Montgomerys? I do not believe I know this word. Please explain it to me. People who have only a hundred silk dresses and only small jewels. No jewels? No silk?

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What's that? You say this man lives in a house with only part of a roof and sometimes no meat on the table? But even so, he did not like to hear it said aloud. Joby ignored her brother's frown.

Small he was not. She kept her fingers spread wide because her imaginary rings were so large they wouldn't allow her to close her fingers. I see a way to carry more jewels. Is this box not made yet?

You are dismissed! And you! And -- Oh, I see, he is not small. He does not eat, but he is not small. I do not understand. But perhaps you had better send him in and let me see this What was that word again? Ah, yes, poor.

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Let me see this moor, er, ah, poor person. Out of the side of her mouth, Joby made a creaking noise as of rusty door hinges trying to open.

That's why we refuse to have them here. At that, Jamie's face turned red, and his two men, who were sick of seeing women make fools of themselves over the extraordinary beauty of Jamie, fell about themselves laughing. Oh, I must have you. Must, must, must have you. You are what I have been looking for all my life.

Next to you, emeralds are dark; they do not twinkle as brightly as your eyes. Pearls have no luster next to your skin. Diamonds cannot -- " She broke off because Jamie grabbed the worn cushion from under him and threw it at her, hitting her squarely on her flat chest. Catching it, she clasped it tightly. Oh, heavens, but he sat on it. That most tender part of him has touched it.

Would that my eyes and lips could share what this lowly cushion has -- " This time she stopped because Jamie had bounded over the table and clasped his hand over her mouth. She nipped his little finger with her sharp teeth, and taken in surprise, he released his grip on her. No, do not tell me. But if you have no care for my own delicate sensibilities, think how you shock your dear sister.

It suited her and her sister to pretend that Berengaria was as innocent and as angelic as she looked. The truth was that Joby was completely honest with her sister, often keeping her up half the night with tales of her latest escapade. Tell me, little sister, what did you do for entertainment when I was not here to make merry of?

With only Father and Edward -- She broke off, the back of her hand going to her mouth. For a moment there was silence in the worn, old hall as everyone seemed to have forgotten that just two days ago they had attended a double funeral. Technically, the household was in mourning, deep mourning, for the loss of the father and the eldest son of this branch of the Montgomery family. But the son, Edward, had never shared in the simple joys of family life, and their father had been absent, barricaded in his room at the top of the tower.

It was difficult to weep for people who you rarely saw or, in Edward's case, did not miss. It was only minutes later that he was alone with his sister. Reaching out his hand, he broke a piece of stone away. Water damage. Years ago, while he'd been away, the lead gutters had been sold off the old stone keep, so the water seeped into the stone. Turning, he looked at his sister as she sat serenely on her cushioned chair, a chair more suited for a peasant's hut than what had once been the keep of a proud and glorious estate.

Berengaria opened her mouth to give the explanation she'd planned to give, but instead, she told the truth. That great Montgomery curse of pride. Tell me, are you toying with the dagger Father gave you? The jewels in the hilt had been replaced with glass years ago, but if the dagger were held just so in the sunlight, one could see the gold that still coated the steel handle.

He gave a laugh. But Jamie did not smile. Instead, he put his hand up before her face. There is no sight for me, and no man wants a blind wife. For all the use I am to the world, it would have been better had I died at birth.

I did not mean -- It was thoughtless of me. Please, come sit down again.

Let me touch you. Pounding with guilt. He and his sister were twins, but Jamie had been quite a bit bigger than his sister and so had taken hours to be born.

When Berengaria was finally allowed out, the umbilical cord was found to be wrapped around her neck, and it was soon discovered that she was blind. The midwife said it was Jamie's fault for taking so long to be born, so all his life Jamie had lived with the guilt of what he'd done to his beautiful sister.

And all their lives he had been close to her, never once losing patience with her or tiring of her company. He helped her in everything, encouraging her to climb trees, to walk miles into the hills, even to ride a horse alone. I cannot hear you. Yes, yes, that is better. I know in my heart how rich I am, but I am still a woman and I like to hear it said aloud.

Oh yes. This man who has the privilege, the honor, of escorting me. He is a Montgomery. What is it you say? He is of the poor branch of the Montgomerys? I do not believe I know this word.

Please explain it to me. People who have only a hundred silk dresses and only small jewels. No jewels? No silk? What's that? You say this man lives in a house with only part of a roof and sometimes no meat on the table? But even so, he did not like to hear it said aloud. Joby ignored her brother's frown. Small he was not. She kept her fingers spread wide because her imaginary rings were so large they wouldn't allow her to close her fingers. I see a way to carry more jewels.

Is this box not made yet? You are dismissed! And you! And -- Oh, I see, he is not small. He does not eat, but he is not small. I do not understand.

But perhaps you had better send him in and let me see this What was that word again? Ah, yes, poor. Let me see this moor, er, ah, poor person. Out of the side of her mouth, Joby made a creaking noise as of rusty door hinges trying to open. That's why we refuse to have them here. At that, Jamie's face turned red, and his two men, who were sick of seeing women make fools of themselves over the extraordinary beauty of Jamie, fell about themselves laughing. Oh, I must have you.

Must, must, must have you. You are what I have been looking for all my life. Next to you, emeralds are dark; they do not twinkle as brightly as your eyes. Pearls have no luster next to your skin. Diamonds cannot -- " She broke off because Jamie grabbed the worn cushion from under him and threw it at her, hitting her squarely on her flat chest. Catching it, she clasped it tightly. Oh, heavens, but he sat on it. That most tender part of him has touched it.

Would that my eyes and lips could share what this lowly cushion has -- " This time she stopped because Jamie had bounded over the table and clasped his hand over her mouth. She nipped his little finger with her sharp teeth, and taken in surprise, he released his grip on her. No, do not tell me. But if you have no care for my own delicate sensibilities, think how you shock your dear sister.

It suited her and her sister to pretend that Berengaria was as innocent and as angelic as she looked. The truth was that Joby was completely honest with her sister, often keeping her up half the night with tales of her latest escapade.

Tell me, little sister, what did you do for entertainment when I was not here to make merry of? With only Father and Edward -- She broke off, the back of her hand going to her mouth.

For a moment there was silence in the worn, old hall as everyone seemed to have forgotten that just two days ago they had attended a double funeral.

Technically, the household was in mourning, deep mourning, for the loss of the father and the eldest son of this branch of the Montgomery family. But the son, Edward, had never shared in the simple joys of family life, and their father had been absent, barricaded in his room at the top of the tower. It was difficult to weep for people who you rarely saw or, in Edward's case, did not miss. It was only minutes later that he was alone with his sister.

Reaching out his hand, he broke a piece of stone away. Water damage. Years ago, while he'd been away, the lead gutters had been sold off the old stone keep, so the water seeped into the stone. Turning, he looked at his sister as she sat serenely on her cushioned chair, a chair more suited for a peasant's hut than what had once been the keep of a proud and glorious estate. Berengaria opened her mouth to give the explanation she'd planned to give, but instead, she told the truth.

That great Montgomery curse of pride. Tell me, are you toying with the dagger Father gave you? The jewels in the hilt had been replaced with glass years ago, but if the dagger were held just so in the sunlight, one could see the gold that still coated the steel handle. He gave a laugh. But Jamie did not smile. Instead, he put his hand up before her face.

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There is no sight for me, and no man wants a blind wife. For all the use I am to the world, it would have been better had I died at birth. I did not mean -- It was thoughtless of me.

Please, come sit down again. Let me touch you. Pounding with guilt. He and his sister were twins, but Jamie had been quite a bit bigger than his sister and so had taken hours to be born. When Berengaria was finally allowed out, the umbilical cord was found to be wrapped around her neck, and it was soon discovered that she was blind.

The midwife said it was Jamie's fault for taking so long to be born, so all his life Jamie had lived with the guilt of what he'd done to his beautiful sister. And all their lives he had been close to her, never once losing patience with her or tiring of her company. He helped her in everything, encouraging her to climb trees, to walk miles into the hills, even to ride a horse alone.

Only their brother, Edward, thought Jamie less than a saint for helping his blind sister. Whenever anyone remarked on how good Jamie was to give up time with his rowdy boyhood companions to take his blind sister berry picking, their older brother would say, "He stole her sight, didn't he?

Why shouldn't he do what he can to give it back to her? Guilt still weighed him down. Guilt over leaving his sister who needed him so much, guilt for what had happened after he left.

It was difficult to believe that those perfect, lushly lashed blue eyes of hers could not see. I knew what Father and Edward were like. There wasn't a village girl over the age of ten who was safe from him.

He died young because the devil liked him so well he wanted him near him forever. How you make escorting a rich heiress across the country sound like a knight's holy quest. How Edward and you could be brothers bewilders me. Had anyone else said this, Berengaria would have defended her dear mother, whose mind had long ago slipped away.

I can hear his mother, 'Come, dear, put down that book. It's time to get married. Oh, Jamie, do you think we are? Besides, look you at us and our cousins. We are alike. And Joby is the mirror image of Father. Or tied you to a tree branch and left you? Or destroyed your possessions? And definitely no more talk of -- of that man!

Tell me of your heiress. In Jamie's mind no one as degenerate as Edward deserved the title of brother. While Jamie had been away fighting for the queen, performing tasks for the queen, endangering his life for the queen, Edward had been selling off all that his family owned so he could afford horses whose legs or necks he broke , fine clothes which he lost or destroyed , and his never-ending gambling where he invariably lost.

While Edward had been rapidly bankrupting the family, their father had imprisoned himself in a tower room to write a history of the world. He ate little, slept little, saw no one, spoke to no one. Just wrote day and night. When Berengaria and Joby confronted their father with proof of Edward's excesses, including deeds of land he'd signed over to pay his debts, their father had said, "What can I do?

It will all be Edward's someday, so he may do what he likes. I must finish this book before I die. One day they were alive and two days later they were dead. When Jamie returned for the funerals, he found what had once been a moderately profitable estate now unable to support itself. All the land except what the old keep was standing on had been sold. The manor house had been sold the year before, along with all the fields and all the cottages where the farmers lived.

For days Jamie had been inconsolable in his rage. If there are no rents or crops, how did he expect you to feed yourselves? He was always saying that he was going to win next time," Joby had said, looking both prematurely old and heartbreakingly young. She raised an eyebrow at her brother. Joby meant that no man wanted a blind wife no matter how beautiful she was or even what her dowry was.

Always it would be Jamie's responsibility to provide for her. Joby said Well, perhaps it is better left unrepeated what Joby said.

Father was right when he said that Job had not been through so much as he had with his youngest child. She is to wed one of the Bolingbrookes. Without realizing what he was doing, he pulled the worn dagger from its sheath by his side and began to toy with it.

Do you know what it is like to eat nothing but moldy lentils for a month? Do you know what they do to your stomach, not to mention your bowels? Do you -- " Putting his hands on her shoulders, Jamie forced her back into the chair.

I -- " What could he say? While his family had been starving, he had been dining at the queen's table. We must look at the facts, look at what we have. First of all we could go to our rich Montgomery relatives and throw ourselves on their mercy.

We could move into their houses and begin to eat three good meals a day. Edward would not have cared, and Father would not have noticed. Why did you choose to remain here and eat rotten food? Jamie had even heard it in France. Is there a market for crumbling stone? Perhaps we should say the well water has healed us so we could bring wealthy patrons here.

Or we could -- " "Your beauty.This is a new gown? He could fight wars, lead men into battle, negotiate contracts between countries, but heaven help him when his two sisters got hold of him!

And when the jeweled headdress was placed on top of her head, she visually swayed under the weight. We could move into their houses and begin to eat three good meals a day. Will he not look splendid on your table?