"Why hasn't Lady Gladys come with us?" asked Emma as she dismounted the horse with the help of Ginger.
"She said that she was very busy. She had a meeting with her father and other courtiers," Ginger replied as she brushed the grass blades off Emma's skirt. Then she muttered, "I hope Lord Lazarus's spies don't see us."
Emma sighed. "Stop being so paranoid, Ginger. Lord Lazarus is busy with his betrothed, Goddess Maeve!" She blew a strand of hair in front of her face as anger surged in her chest.
Yul grasped the reins of their horses and took them to the corral at the back of the alehouse while Magnus took Emma inside. Ginger bowed to him and didn't go inside. She stayed out and walked into a small room that was especially made for the maids in waiting.
Magnus took Emma to a table that was right in the center of the alehouse.
