Hildeburg takes her time unfolding the vellum. She smiles. “My lady, he invites us to spend Christmas with the court at Lyminge.” Hildeburg raises her shining eyes to my face. “Lord Saewine said Lyminge is the king’s favorite villa. I’m sure the celebrations will be wonderful.”
“Does he write anything else?”
Hildeburg scans the letter again. “The king says it fills his heart with gladness to have you home in Kent again.”
“Give me the letter, so I can see the words with my own eyes.” I wave my hand. “You may go.” I want to see if the letter is in my brother’s own hand. It isn’t. Not even the signature. I ponder what this means. If my brother is truly pleased I’m here, surely he would sign the letter himself. Yet he extends every courtesy to me. I wonder what plans he’s making.
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