Chapter 12
Pippa scrubbed the grime from her skin. A full bath would have to wait until later, but for now she was clean enough. She found an old chemise and tore strips to wrap her arm. She pulled on a dress with generous sleeves.
Only her hair confounded her. She stared at her reflection, tugging at her short curls as if that might lengthen the strands. A headdress, perhaps, but she’d never worn them, and a change of fashion might be noticed. If she was to spy for Prince Bennett, she’d need to be as unobtrusive as possible.
“What, then?”
Pippa said the words aloud, to the air, to the room around her, to the summer day outside her window.
It was then that a sparrow landed on the sill. It hopped through the open window and onto the floor. A second bird followed, then a third.
An enti
