“I didn’t say it was wrong now did I?” Sara asked. “And you’ll be wanting to think about you’re background, how you started working for the princess, just in case he asks.”

Kathryn smiled with delight.

“Well you could be my cousin, and I was born in the palace but my mother and father died, my father died before I was born and my mother died giving birth. That’s why you took care of me.” Sara smiled at her.

“Well that sounds like a sad child hood.” She said. But she handed her a folded up dirty cloth.

“What’s this?” Kathryn asked, Sara smiled.

“That’s my cousin,” She said with a mischievous shine in her eyes “Nell.”

Kathryn unfolded the cloth to see a small dress made for a peasant girl, the cloth felt most comfortable and Kathryn hurried to put it on.

“Oh thank you Sara.”

She said as she looked at herself in the mirror, the dress was white and blue and fit perfectly around her waist. She turned and looked at her hair, her gold ringlet sat hidden in her top drawer. She looked like a common girl from town. She smiled and hugged Sara to her.

“Oh thank you so much.” Sara looked as though she’d cry but stiffened and tried hard to put a stern look on her face.

“You didn’t get these from me.” She said sternly. “And don’t you dare go wandering about again.” She warned, but as she finished setting the table she winked at Kathryn. There were two more extra sandwiches than usual. Kathryn smiled and put all four into her purse. “I’ll be around the castle.” She said. “I must go for a walk to stretch my legs.” And with that she ran out of the room and down the hall. Taking the passageway that lead to the old willow tree she hurried under its shelter, and then peered around to see if the coast was clear. It was. She hurried across the way and ran into the stables.

The horses stood there, the black one, Knight, now in its own box. She walked across the room, it seemed deserted. She sighed and went to go pet the horses when a noise maid her stop. It sounded a bit like a moan. It came from the empty pen next to Knights, she hurried over and peered in.

Sleeping on a bail of hay, with his arms and legs curled into himself, was Jake. She smiled and leaned on the gate before taking out the sandwiches and going inside.