The next day he watched as she warred with herself. She stared at the clothing she’d hidden, even reached for them several times, but in the end, she always pulled back. ’Twas a start, but with only six days left, he needed help to move her along. The next part of his plan began before their midday meal.

“Gwendolyn,” Isabelle called as she stepped into the chamber.

“Aye, Isabelle,” Gwen answered. “I’m in the bathing chamber, come in.”

Isabelle stood in the doorway, watching as Gwen bathed Tristan. She was soaked from his splashing, so Isabelle held out a towel, taking her nephew when Gwen handed him to her.

“Would you help me with something, Gwen?” Isabelle asked as she dried off Tristan.

“Isabelle, I’ll help you with anything,” she said quickly. “What is it you need?”

Isabelle was surprised that her brother had been so right. Gwen had no problem helping a woman. ’Twas men she now feared. Greylen had explained that if his wife could boost her own confidence, gain any modicum of control, ’twould help her on her way. “Will you teach me how to do sit-ups?” Isabelle finally asked.

Gwen looked at her in surprise. “I suppose I could, but why don’t you ask Gavin or even Greylen? They can show you.”

“I’m only a woman.” Isabelle shrugged. “They wouldn’t bother. Besides, they would tell me ’twas ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous? Exercise is not ridiculous, Isabelle. ’Tis one of the most important things that you can do for yourself.”

Isabelle wanted to laugh. Gwen had spoken words so true to herself but had yet to realize it. “Will you?” she asked again. “Please?”

“Aye,” Gwen said with a smile. “I just need to change first, and you’ll need to change as well. Fetch one of Gavin’s shirts and come back. I’ll be ready for you.”

Isabelle watched from the hallway as Gwendolyn went to her wardrobe and pulled out her halter and pants. She seemed to struggle for a moment with what she should do. Then she changed and put Tristan in his cradle before she immediately reached for him again. Gwendolyn lifted the baby high in the air, then slowly brought him down. Then she did it again and again.

Isabelle turned to Greylen, who waited on the landing, flashing him the brightest of smiles. He was obviously thrilled by her smile and motioned with his hands for her to go into his room and stir his wife even more.