The Privilege of the Sword
Chapter One
Chapter I
No one sends for a niece they've never seen before just to annoy her family and ruin her life. That, at least, is what I thought. This was before I had ever been to the city. I had never been in a duel, or held a sword myself. I had never kissed anyone, or had anyone try to kill me, or worn a velvet cloak. I had certainly never met my uncle the Mad Duke. Once I met him, much was explained.
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On the day we received my uncle's letter, I was in the pantry counting our stock of silverware. Laden with lists, I joined my mother in the sunny parlor over the gardens where she was hemming kerchiefs. We did these things ourselves these days. Outside, I could hear the crows cawing in the hills, and the sheep bleating over them. I wasn't looking at her; my eyes were on the papers before me, and I was worrying about the spoons, which needed polishing, but we might have to sell them, so why bother now?
"Three hundred and thirteen spoons," I said, consulting the lists. "We're short three spoons from last time, Mother."
She did not reply. I looked up. My mother was staring out the window and gnawing on one end of her silky hair. I wish I ... read full excerpt from The Privilege of the Sword ebook
