By Margaret Frazer
On the behest of his strong consumer, Joliffe trips to France to behave as a servant to the widowed duchess Jacquetta of Bedford—while truly education in spycraft. but if a member of the duchess's family is murdered, Joliffe learns simply how harmful secrets and techniques can be...
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There were guarded smiles around the little group. Cato glanced at Portia. She’d been here for years and must know these men. Her eyes betrayed that she knew more of the encounter than Cato did. He furrowed his brow with an unspoken question, but she tilted her head, all wide eyes and innocence. Taurus was speaking again, this time in a lower tone. He took a step closer to Cato. ” Cato nodded. ” Cato bit back a laugh, for the man’s face bore an intensity that matched his words. ” Taurus spoke through clenched teeth.
Cato laughed. “I am my own man. ” There were guarded smiles around the little group. Cato glanced at Portia. She’d been here for years and must know these men. Her eyes betrayed that she knew more of the encounter than Cato did. He furrowed his brow with an unspoken question, but she tilted her head, all wide eyes and innocence. Taurus was speaking again, this time in a lower tone. He took a step closer to Cato. ” Cato nodded. ” Cato bit back a laugh, for the man’s face bore an intensity that matched his words.
The gods will smile, Mother. ” She turned away and straightened the folds of her stola. Cato went to the doorway again, still looking for his overdue delivery. The sea-tinged air was already heavy with the coming heat of the day, and the cloth awning jutting from his shop did little to relieve it. The shoppers who pushed past him seemed damp and harried. His was only one of the busy streets that crisscrossed Pompeii in a grid that held both shops and homes, some little more than huts and others with doors opening to grand villas.