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note it as odd that FitzWalter and de Vesci were among the most vociferous in urging the king to immediate action. Even if he had noticed, he would have thought little of it, assuming that their enthusiasm was another ploy to divert John's suspicion from them. When he had the council's agreement, however, John did not ride for Chester. |
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Geoffrey stared at Joanna's letter. The words she had written made little sense to him. Only her name and the seal of Roselynde and the dear, familiar slant of the hand she wrote had meaning. They were a haven against horror; they brought an image of peace and reason to his shuddering soul. Yet he could not ride to her and find that peace and reason. The sky had fallen in. |
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