Pellinor started to object once again.
Lyonesse silenced him with a wave of her hand and went on. “We attend Holy Mass at dawn every morning. I expect you to accompany us and show the proper respect. Perhaps you will even learn the meaning of true faith.”
I desperately wanted to remark that my chances were better of learning it from a sermon than from her actions, but I bit my tongue.
“It is late and you must be tired from your journey,” Lyonesse said, showing compassion for the first time. “You.” She snapped her fingers at Isolde. “Show her to her chambers.”
Isolde threw Lyonesse a look of clear distain as she emerged from the shadows near the wall and took my arm, leading me up the stairs like a lamb to slaughter.
I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, trying to comprehe
