![]() ![]() ![]() The next day and then every day after, she found something of value to sell at market that could assure her a decent meal. She could have sold it, but she liked its weight in her hand and the etching on its surface intrigued her. Its gold caught the morning light and Jolyn's eye. A ring poking up from the muck near Winchester House. To what did she owe this good fortune? It began with a find. She had never slept in the same place twice, nor had she known what it was like to eat more than one meal a day. Her previous life raking mud was a hard one. Just over a month ago, she'd left the mudflats to live at Barke House. She wiped the end of her nose with a gloved finger and paused to admire her doeskin gloves, another gift. Was it that time of month or the candied figs she ate? It could have been the sherried chestnuts-she wasn't accustomed to the rich food he'd heaped on her. At times they were so severe she couldn't stand straight. The waves of nausea had grown in number over the past two weeks. A pain gripped her side, and she stopped to let it pass before walking on. The air was laden with a consumptive damp. But spring seemed a long way off, as did Bianca's quarters. The morning still held winter's chill, though they'd had several days of warmth and even sun the past couple of weeks. She clasped her new cloak at the neck as she trudged down the lanes of Southwark toward her friend's room of alchemy. ![]()
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