Leyburn?" Demi asked avidly.
"What about him?" Rosamond shrugged a pretty shoulder to
show her complete indifference.
"He's your betrothed!"
"Not for long! I'l soon rid myself of the ugly devil," Rosamond said lightly, licking honey from her fingers.
"Is he truly ugly?" Demi asked with compassion.
Rosamond's throaty laugh bubbled forth. "He left such an
indelible impression upon me, I don't remember."
The girls finished their breakfast and hurried off to their first
lesson of the day. Eleanor de Montfort was a stickler for
learning and would not excuse the Demoisel e from her
lessons simply because her father had returned. They studied
languages with Brother Adam, a learned Franciscan who had
helped compile the library at Kenilworth. Both young ladies
were fluent in French, and Rosamond had recendy developed
a flair for Spanish, while Demi preferred to learn the Welsh
tongue. They also studied history and government, as wel as
music and art.
Along with this liberal education, each was preparing to
become
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the proficient chatelaine of her own castle. They learned how
to run a kitchen, a laundry, a stil room, and a household of
servants. They learned how to make herbal cures from the
nuns of St. Bride's and were taught to stitch, cauterize, and
dress the wounds of men-at-arms in case bloody action
became necessary in times of emergency.
On top of al this knowledge, Rosamond had acquired
something far more valuable. She had acquired a measure of
self-confidence and was no longer the vulnerable, insecure
child she had once been. Because she revered Princess
Eleanor, Lady de Montfort had become her role model. She
imitated the magnificent woman's sparkling wit, her ful -bodied
laugh, her exquisite clothes, and her regal demeanor. Eleanor
could swear a blue streak with the stable boys or freeze the
Queen of England with a haughty stare, and Rosamond
Marshal was fast becoming the same sort of vibrant woman
as the Countess of Leicester.
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The next morning, Rosamond chose a lavender gown whose
shade matched the color of her eyes. It was richly
embroidered with delicate seed pearls on its sleeves and
square-cut neckline. Her beautiful clothes not only gave her
pleasure, they also lent her a great deal of confidence. She
picked up the journal she was compiling on the medicinal
properties of herbs and plants, and hurried to the stil room,
where she had been secretly experimenting with bayberries
where she had been secretly experimenting with bayberries
versus bay leaves to ease the pain and length of labor in
childbirth.
The nuns had been outraged when they discovered
Rosamond reading a medical journal from Cordoba, Spain,
the world's undisputed center of medicine. It not only
contained information on the painkil ing properties of plants,
but listed herbs that prevented conception, such as
dragonwort. The nuns lectured that herbal remedies to ease
pain should be reserved for men who received wounds in
battle. Rosamond vigorously argued that from what she had
seen, the pain of childbirth was so great, it was quite
reasonable to use herbs to relieve it. The nuns, however,
insisted it was natural pain, which should, indeed must, be
endured, and Rosamond lost the argument. Undaunted, she
continued to distil her syrups surreptitiously, providing the
women of Kenilworth with the soothing concoctions that were
much in demand.
Rosamond set down her herbal book to examine the
bayberries she
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had gathered and hung in bunches to preserve them. She was
pleased that they were not rotting, but drying nicely as she had
hoped. She made a note in her journal and moved on to a new
perfume she was creating. She had blended rose petals and
apricot blossoms and mixed in a little almond oil. The
fragrance pleased her, so she dabbed a little between her
breasts and then on a sudden impulse decided to climb to the
castle ramparts to view the men-at-arms stil streaming