Five years later August 24, 1666 “ARE YOU TELLING me you made this bracelet? A girl? This shop is Goldsmith & Sons, is it not?” Robert Stanley puckered his freckled face and made his voice high and wavering. “Where are the sons?” From where she stood by the stone oven, Amethyst Goldsmith’s laughter rang through the workshop. “Lady Smythe! A perfect imitation.”
