"As do I." Her blue eyes shone with unshed tears.
Eddie thought for a moment. "Isn't there anything about this Dinesen that would make your father change his mind, some secret, perhaps?"
"He and Papà have been drinking companions for a long time," Anne Cathrine said. "His wife died in childbirth two years ago, and, when we are in the same room, he looks at me as though he could consume me like a hot apple pastry." She shuddered. "I barely know the man, and never wanted to."
"Then we'll have to make something up," Eddie said. "Leave it to me. I've always been good at whoppers. I had to be, growing up in my family."
" 'Whoppers?' " Her eyebrows rose in question.
"Lies," he said in German. He heard footsteps at the other end of the hall. "I'm going to rearrange the truth a little."
She patted at her skirts, smoothing nonexistent wrinkles with trembling hands. "Do you think it will make a difference?"
"I don't know," he said, "but we can at least give it our best shot."
Eddie lay in bed that night and cudgeled his brain for ideas. What would make the king dislike Dinesen so much that he would boot the wretch out of court, much less out of Anne Cathrine's life? He thought back through all the rumors about royal goings-on that he'd heard since being delivered here one-legged and half-dead in October. Anne Cathrine's mother had evidently carried on in a quite scandalous fashion with a German cavalry officer until, three years ago, Christian had banished her from Copenhagen. What if—?
He turned over and huddled beneath the warm quilts, a tiny germ of a plan forming in his mind. Maybe, for once, his dreams would be good.
"Okay," he told Anne Cathrine in the library the next day, "all you have to do is play along."
"But it is not true," Anne Cathrine said. She had dressed in wine-colored silk and it flattered her naturally fair complexion.
"Heck, three quarters of the things I hear every day here aren't true," Eddie said. He breathed in the scent of fine leather and old paper from the surrounding shelves and shelves of books. "That doesn't keep anyone from saying them."
She bit her lip and nodded. Her red-gold hair was coiled low on her neck today and pinned with a silver ornament. She looked so enticing, he found it hard to concentrate.
"Look, this may not work," he said. "I can't promise anything, but it's worth a try."
The flames crackled pleasantly in the fireplace, and they passed the time then conversing in English until a young apple-cheeked maid came in to remove the ashes. Eddie nodded at Anne Cathrine. "You saw Herr Dinesen go off into the stable with Vibeke Kruse?" he said in Danish, very softly, as though he didn't mean to be overheard.
"He had his arm around her waist!" Anne Cathrine glanced over her shoulder, then leaned closer. "He is my intended, so I am sure there was nothing improper going on, but it looked so—so—"
"Shocking?" he supplied.
"Dinesen would never dishonor my father," she said. "It just would not happen."
"Of course not," Eddie said. "He is the king. Everyone respects that."
Startled, the freckled maid dropped the brush with a clatter, then picked it back up and finished her task. Eddie winked at Anne Cathrine.
They abandoned the library and made their way down to the vast castle kitchens to snag some freshly baked cinnamon cakes. Several cooks were working on the king's midday meal, putting crusts on lamb pies. Anne Cathrine broke off a piece of hot cake and handed it to Eddie, who was balancing on his crutch.
"You must be wrong," he said. "Vibeke Kruse would not allow anyone to—"
Anne Cathrine edged closer. "His hand was, well, let us just say where a gentleman's hand would never be!"
Eddie took a bite of the delicious cake. The cinnamon melted in his mouth. "Did she slap him?"
"No," Anne Cathrine said softly. "She laughed!"
"This is a very bold man you are marrying," Eddie said, struggling with his newly acquired Danish. "He should give you interesting children."
"What kind of children do you think Vibeke Kruse will be having?" Anne Cathrine giggled. Obviously, Eddie thought, despite her initial misgivings, she'd warmed to this business like a trooper.
They left the kitchens under the staring eyes of the two cooks, who gave each other a meaningful glance over the young people's heads.
Anne Cathrine and Eddie made a circuit of the entire castle, gossiping in front of servants at every opportunity. The princess gave an Oscar-worthy performance each time, lamenting the lack of respect for her royal father and the unworthiness of her future bridegroom. When they had exhausted all inside possibilities for an audience, they put on warm cloaks and went out through the snow to the royal stable to chat in the hearing of grooms and stable boys.