“A curse?” Paulina was stooped over a flower bed. Hearing the question she stood up right and mulled it over in her mind. “Yes, the curse,” her eyes lit strangely looking almost black. “I didn’t tell you.”
“We were interrupted when we spoke,” Erin reminded her.
“Yes, well, the curse is part of the castle’s history, as are the battles that kept it in the Longmore family. The first Henry was so overcome by Morgana’s treachery of the heart that he cursed the young soldier that had bedded her. Willed his death I’d say.”
“Willed it?”
“Yes. The young man was killed by rebellious soldiers as he was fleeing the county.”
“How can you be sure that Henry didn’t have him killed?”
“That’s possible, but the curse has repeated since then. Any woman unfaithful to her Longmore husband has had her lov
