Alyse Perez-10 June 1355
When Alyse opened the door to Lady Eleanor’s lounge, she was delighted to find she attracted no comment. ‘Thank you Alyse,’ said Lady Eleanor, ripping off a chunk of bread. ‘Get yourself a drink. Did they say how long our meal would be?’
Alyse gave a heartfelt smile. ‘I think they are bringing it now.’
Pipa was busy helping Piers get into his new outfit: chattering, laughing, pulling and smoothing in turn, advising how the clothes were to be worn. The tailors stood in a huddle, occasionally making a comment which largely went unheeded.
John complained that both shirt and jacket stopped above his hose, leaving him feeling exposed. ‘I feel like a troubadour!’
Despite the distractions, John was in the middle of a story about his nights guarding the sheep back at home and what it was like to witness the wolves attacking.
Alyse was immediately interested. ‘How did they find you?’
John peered up at her.
‘I thought I told you that before you left.’
In the end, Alyse forced John to tell the story again from the beginning.