Transcription: Chapter 13 Edmund had the luxury of drawing hot water off of the forge, and fixing a bath for D'Nay had been simple enough. She had withdrawn with a small vase of wine and some old clothes, after which Edmund returned to the kitchen to face the wrath of his daughter. She was raped, Rachel said, looking up from a plate of cold roast pork, as the warmth and light of the room sunk in. She was beginning to realize she was safe. Deep inside, she had feared through the whole journey that Dianas would reappear. But now, in her father's house, she knew she was protected, which for some reason was just ...
