| Saturday
Well there has been no word from de Craon, so hopefully the horrid man has sailed off, having found the skivvy he was looking for. I really do not know how he imagined that I would be interested in menial work of the very worst kind. Alone on a ship with him and fifty peasants, it really does not bear thinking about.
I was out for my walk yesterday evening when there was a huge commotion at the city gates. It turned out that Irvyn had somehow managed to get himself kidnapped yet AGAIN, the ridiculous man. Some people were organising a search party, so without a SINGLE thought for my own personal safety, I immediately went along and we eventually found him in a rough sort of house near Vesper.
Of course I gave him a piece of my mind, but he seemed a little dazed and didn't respond in his usual unpleasant manner, (which, by the way, I am sure he learned from the trollop, as he was never so coarse while we were married). Needless to say, he did not seem at all perturbed that I had risked LIFE AND LIMB to save him. Such ingratitude.
On our return, I then had to suffer some dreadful rudeness from some impertinent little hussy that I had never seen before. However, it is not even worth complaining to the guards about such things any more, since I am certain Irvyn has instructed them to treat me with callous disregard.
How times are changed. |