‘I am no longer afraid,’ Syringa thought.
It seemed to her that the sunshine in the garden was more golden than it had been before.
It was some time before the Earl came back into the room. And Syringa had been sitting in the window-seat.
She rose to her feet almost apprehensively, her eyes searching his face in case Nanny had annoyed him.
He appeared unperturbed as he said,
“I have made arrangements for your immediate future, Syringa.”
“What are they, my Lord?”
“I am taking you and your Nanny to stay at King’s Keep.”
“Taking us away from here?”
“Yes,” he answered. “It would be impossible for you to stay here alone.”
“Why?” Syringa asked in surprise.
The Earl seemed about to reply and then changed his mind.
“You will be more comfortable at King’s Keep,” he said “and certainly b
