“I have come here for that.”
Dirk slightly smiled.
“Should I know more than you?”
The Margrave’s son flushed.
“What you do know?–tell me.”
Dirk’s smile deepened.
“She was one Ursula, daughter of the Lord of Rooselaare, she was sent to the convent of the White Sisters in this town.”










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