Toward the back of the crowd, Madam Cordelia fumed, and her face had turned a shade well beyond red with the fury that threatened to erupt from her. She'd been a much younger woman when she served Baroness Caitlin, but her lady had always been kind, gentle, and generous to a fault with people around her.
It had been heartrending enough to hear Dame Sybyll talk about the way the old Baroness had suffered for fifteen long years after everyone else had mourned her and given her up for dead. In Baroness Caitlin's day, every feast produced so much excess that every servant who toiled away while others feasted was able to take home a small feast of their own to share with their family, and she saw to it that no one working in the keep ever went hungry.
