"Lee Edgar - Princess 04 - Checkmate for a Princess" - читать интересную книгу автора (Edgar Lee)

population and was banished to the wilds of Northumbria for his sins. The
complete history was recorded in the little church at Yarm in Cleveland.'
'So this Marchant de Bosvile was another rebel, then?'
'Definitely. He caused the de Brus family considerable aggravation in the
years following the conquest. It was his grand-daughter, another Marianne de
Bosvile, who married Robin Hood.'
'So, Robin Hood was a real person?'
'Robin? Oh Yes. That wasn't his real name, naturally, and many of the stories
about him have been grossly exaggerated. But he was real, all right. It's all
in the Chronicles.'
'They should make interesting reading.'
'I doubt it.'
The Admiral looked puzzled.
Suzette laughed. 'If you can read Medieval French, you will understand them.
If not, don't bother to try.'
'Why French?'
'Because Lord Andrew and Lady Mary Bosvile spent most of their lives in
France.' She leant closer and whispered. 'They were spies, you see.'
'Spies?'
'Oh, yes. Spies for King Charles the Second. Unfortunately, they fell out with
the King and had to stay in France, or so the story goes. I suspect there was
something funny going on, myself. Though they were friends of Louis XIV, he
never knew if he could really trust them or not.'
'More rebels?'
She nodded. 'And now there is Marianne, Roger and I.'
'All with blue blood.'
'Not me. My blood is one-hundred-percent red. It is Marianne who has all the
blue blood.'
Admiral Davison looked across at the slim girl dressed in black. 'Mademoiselle
de Bosvile does not look like a rebel to me.'
'You wait till you get to know her better. She can be quite a wildcat when she
wants to be.'
'And what gets her worked up? Religion? Politics?'
'Not our Marianne. Like her ancestors, she would fight tooth and nail for
peace and avoid any conflict.'
They stopped dancing as the music ended and walked across to the bar for
drinks.
'And what about you, Miss Blackman. What turns you on?'
'Not a lot,' she smiled as she sipped a Dubonnet heavily diluted with
lemonade. 'I'm the quiet, sober type.'
'There must be something.'
'Something I would fight for, you mean? Yes. I would fight to retain my
honour.'
The Admiral looked surprised. 'That's an old-fashioned term. And an old
fashioned ideal, if you don't mind me saying so.'
'I'm an old fashioned girl, or so Gill keeps telling me. She says I ought to
enjoy myself more, come out of my shell a bit.'
'I would hardly have described you as inhibited. Not in that get-up.'
Suzette glanced down briefly to the dress which hid nothing and then smiled to
herself. 'When I find the right man, he will get me all - whole and complete.