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CHAPTER FOUR-1
CHAPTER FOURVerona walked to the far end of the cellar where in an alcove there was a concealed cache that the monks had made centuries ago to hold their keys. Even if the Duke had wished to accompany her, she would not have let him into the secret that her grandfather had shown her all those years ago, telling her that it was known only to the Winchcombe family and had been handed down from father to son. “No, I have no son,” he said sadly, “I must show it to you because, child, you are the last direct descendant of a line that has existed for five centuries.” This had all seemed very impressive to a little girl of ten and, when the General had pulled a lever hidden behind a pillar and slowly a huge stone had moved to disclose a small opening, she had been thrilled. The hole was just
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