CHAPTER EIGHTHenrietta woke to find herself in her own bedroom at Merebury, gazing up at the canopy over her bed.
Raising herself unsteadily onto her elbow, she saw that the fire in the wide hearth had been banked high and was sending out a rosy comforting glow.
Nanny dozed in a high chair in her old shawl.
At the window a tall figure leaned, gazing out at the dark sky.
The Duke!
Henrietta’s breath caught in her throat and she sank back onto the pillow.
‘What is he doing here?’ she asked herself wildly.
Indeed, what was she doing here?
She had no memory of climbing up the stairs. The last thing she remembered that she had been in the gardens. She had heard a voice say who’s there? and then
She almost cried out as the ensuing events flooded back into her mind.
Romany, the maze, th
