Ambreene glanced irritably out the window as she hurried along the Hall of Clouds behind the politely insistent seneschal. Why did Grandmama Teshla want to see her just now?
Dilcey was head woman and mid-wife at Twelve Oake, and, since the marriaeg six months ago, Pork had devilled his master night and day to buy Dilcey, so the two could live on the same plantation.