The Forgotten Sister. Nicola CornickЧитать онлайн книгу.
out further to stop him.
‘You’ll fall!’ I had no care for propriety, only for his safety. I did not see the ranks of grinning soldiers pausing in their drinking and their gaming to watch us. I saw only him. Already I was swept away.
‘Never,’ he said. ‘You won’t lose me, Amy Robsart. I’ll not fall.’
A cloud passed over the moon, red like blood from the fire on the heath.
Despite the cumbersome weight of the armour he climbed fast, sure-footed, like a cat. He reached the window ledge and swung himself over and then he was in my room. A ragged cheer went up from the men below and he reached across me to close the window and banish them so that there was only the two of us there in the candlelight. He smelled of sweat and horses and smoke and the night air; it was exciting and my head swam.
We stood and stared at one another. His armour was dented and blackened by smoke. His face likewise was filthy with dirt and sweat. I put a hand up to touch his chest but could feel nothing but the coldness of hard steel beneath my palm so I raised it to his cheek and touched warm flesh. He was vital and vivid and all the things that my life lacked. His eyes blazed as he bent his head to kiss me.
That was how I met Robert Dudley again. By the morning we had pledged our troth and the seeds of our mutual destruction were already sown.
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