Her Stepmother Sent Her to the Duke as a Joke – He Offered Her a Chair Before He Said a Word

“300 bushels of wheat,” she said aloud, her voice raspy as it broke the long quiet.

Alistair glanced up. “Pardon?”

“Harvest of 1812. He logged 300 bushels lost to blight in the lower valley.” Norah tapped the page with the feather of her quill. “But in the supply manifest for the hounds, he logged purchasing an extra 80 bushels of grain from the neighboring continue reading …