Rose realized as Martha spoke that it wasn't just her and Edna in the room. Standing in the corner, close to the exit, was Martha with her arms folded and her nose in the air as she looked down at Rose lying in the hay bed with contempt.
"Martha!" Edna scolded. "Don't say things like that."
"Why not?" Martha replied, rolling her eyes. "I only speak the truth. What did she think was going to happen? The crown prince was being very nice. He didn't even throw her in the dungeons after."
"I wasn't tryin' to escape," Rose said as she accepted Edna's assistance. "I fell." The maid gently helped her to her feet, and Rose murmured her thanks.
Martha scoffed. "If you want to lie, you best find a better one. Nobody is going to believe that. Besides, weren't you the one who said if I find a way for you to escape, I should let you know?"
