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The Overlord's Bride
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“No. The hall will have a fire, will it not?” Elizabeth answered.
“Aye, a good one. Lord Kirkheathe insists upon it.”
“Then I shall go there and get warm,” Elizabeth said. “And when you are done with the laundress, will you come back and show me about my new home?”
“Aye, my lady.”
“There, my lord, do you see?” Aiken said, pointing at the footings of the bridge. “It’s rotting. The bridge’ll collapse come spring.”
Holding his tunic up out of the mud of the riverbank with one hand, Raymond noted the decayed wood.
Thank God, he had the money to pay for repairs. Or, to be more precise, thank Elizabeth’s uncle, who had no notion of just how desperately Raymond needed money, or he would have haggled the dowry lower. Now, however, Raymond could afford much-needed repairs to various buildings, roads and bridges on his estate.
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