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she’ll understand me,” Lily quipped.

      “She will eventually,” he replied lightly, stationing himself at Lily’s knee.

      Considering all she had just seen, Lily was not inclined to argue. She picked up the reins and said, “Let’s go, girl.”

      When she touched her heels to Doubloon’s flanks, Rollie instantly stepped off. A split second later, the horse stepped off, too.

      “Left,” Lily announced, and just as she laid the rein against Lady Doubloon’s neck, Rollie turned. The horse followed smoothly. This went on for some time, until the horse balked, at which point Rollie turned to caress her head, speaking softly.

      “Now, now, in for a penny, in for a pound, my lady. We’ve begun work here, and if you’re to become the splendid mount I know you can be, you must learn to obey loyally and promptly. Otherwise, you’re just a pretty hobby, not even a good pet, and you’re much too intelligent and beautiful for either.” He looked up at Lily, then stepped back and folded his arms. “Again, with a bit more authority, if you please.”

      Lily repeated her command. To her surprise, Rollie stood still, but the horse performed instantly and flawlessly. When the animal balked again a few moments later, Rollie instructed Lily to “talk her into it.” Lily leaned forward and spoke into the horse’s ear while repeating her command action. Lady Doubloon flicked an ear, huffed, and reluctantly did as she was bidden. Rollie called a halt soon after.

      Together, Lily and Rollie unsaddled and groomed the mare in her stall. All the while, Rollie heaped praise and affection on the animal. Finally, he treated the preening mare with a fistful of oats and a small piece of honeycomb, which he explained he liked to keep on hand for a special reward. When they left the stall, Lady Doubloon surprised Lily by trying to follow them. Rollie moved her back into the stall and closed the gate, saying, “Stay back. You’ve earned a rest, my love. I’ll come round and check on you later, and the three of us will get together again soon. Goodbye for now.” He rubbed the big golden head and gently tugged at the pale forelock.

      Lily took her own leave in much the same way, murmuring, “Goodbye, Lady Doubloon, and thank you.”

      The horse huffed at them as they walked away.

      “There’s coffee in the office,” Rollie said. “Have you time for a cup?”

      “Yes, of course.”

      He slid her a quick look. “I suppose your mistress is out on the ride.”

      “Er, not exactly.”

      “No?” He pushed the office door back, allowing her to pass through the opening before him. “Just who is your lady?”

      Lily wrinkled her nose and considered the lie carefully, finally deciding to get as close to the truth as possible. “I answer to the princess.”

      He lifted a brow at that and turned away to toss his hat onto the desk and fill two waxed paper cups with the strong, black brew left warming on an electric burner positioned on a rolling cart. Only at the last moment did he pause. “We have hot water if you prefer tea.”

      She shook her head, smiling. “I’m used to Jock’s coffee.”

      He handed over the cups and leaned back against the battered desk while Lily took one of the equally battered chairs in front of it. A small leather sofa had been shoved up against the wall between a narrow bookcase and the door. A small barrel used as a footstool sat to one side. Dusty magazines and well-used books were piled together with various trophies and some detritus on the bookcase. A file cabinet in the corner behind the desk was overflowing with papers. A computer arranged on a narrow table against the wall blinked mistily from behind a plastic cover.

      The coffee was bitter, but Lily did not complain. Rollie fairly chugged his, drinking it down in big gulps. She suspected that he probably drank too much of the stuff.

      “That was amazing, what you did out there,” she told him honestly. “Where did you learn such things?”

      “America. It’s a technique used in the northwest there.”

      “You’ve traveled then?”

      He nodded. “Some. You?”

      “Of course.”

      He smiled. “Ah, yes. A princess cannot be without her maid.”

      She smiled, too. “Just so.”

      He crossed his feet at the ankles and folded his arms. “Tell me, does the princess have any unusual guests just now?”

      “Unusual?” Lily echoed, stiffening. “Whatever do you mean?”

      He waved a hand negligently. “I was just wondering if the lot that came through here this morning are the usual faces seen around the princess and her brother, or if perhaps a more reticent guest might be in residence.”

      Lily stood up, feeling a distinct unease. “These are odd questions.”

      “Are they? I didn’t realize. I’m just curious.”

      “About the guests?”

      He shrugged negligently. “It pays to know such things. As a servant yourself, you must realize that certain types of knowledge are essential to anticipating your employer’s needs—and those of her guests, of course.”

      She carried her cup to the one small, dusty window at the end of the room and pretended to gaze out at the lushly rolling landscape. “The lot that came through here this morning are the usual crew,” she said lightly, “with the exception of a trio of young women in whom the prince’s mother is trying to interest him.”

      Rollie chuckled. “Matchmaking mamas, one of the most formidable forces on earth. From what I saw this morning, she has her work cut out for her, though.”

      Lily turned to face the room again, smiling. “He calls them the unholy trinity.”

      “Does he?”

      She nodded. “He doesn’t want to be in love again. It’s too painful for him, after losing his wife and child a little over a year ago.”

      Rollie sent her a strange look, something snapping in the mysterious depths of those blue eyes. “You sound as if you know Prince Damon rather well.”

      Oops. She glanced down at her cup, gathering her thoughts. “He and his sister are quite close. One absorbs certain knowledge just from being around.”

      “His mother doesn’t seem to have absorbed that knowledge.”

      Lily wrinkled her nose. “She thinks that he’ll get over his loss more easily if he fixes his interest, and, of course, there is the succession to secure.”

      “Of course.”

      He was still looking at her oddly, that mysterious glint in his eye. “Tell me something,” he said smoothly. “In your opinion, are the Montagues capable of acting, shall we say, unlawfully?”

      She rocked back on her heels. “No! Why would you even ask such a thing?”

      He shrugged. “I like to know who I’m working for, what to expect of them.”

      “I find your question insulting,” she informed him with a tilt of her chin.

      “Oh? Why is that?”

      Why, indeed? She turned away, thinking quickly, and finally said, “I know the Montagues. I grew up around them. They can be fierce when one of their own is threatened.”

      “Ruthless?” he interjected.

      She turned once more to meet his gaze levelly. “Yes, ruthless, when need be, but not malicious, never that.”

      He smiled, and something about it made her think that he didn’t quite believe her. “The princess is fortunate to have you,” he said silkily. “Such loyalty speaks well for both of you.”

      Lily

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