Hugh and Edith Goldsmith joined her, shaking their heads at their daughter’s tenacity. Hugh’s sister Elizabeth squeezed in behind. Ignoring the grumbling of displaced spectators, Amy spread her feet wide to save more room at the front. “Robert, over here!” Robert Stanley tugged on her long black plait as he wedged himself in beside her. She shot him a grin; he was fun. Although he’d arrived just last week to train as her father’s apprentice, Amy had known for years that she was to marry him. So far they seemed to be compatible, although he’d been surprised to find she was far more skilled as a
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