For a moment he thought that she was too weak to swallow. But, as he pressed the spoon against her lips, saying,
“Try to drink a little,” she obeyed him in the same way that a child might have done.
She swallowed several spoonfuls before she made a feeble movement with one hand to indicate that she wanted no more.
“You have to try to swallow it all,” the Duke said firmly. “You are sensible enough to know that you are starving and this will give you strength.”
“I-I am – sorry,” she mumbled faintly.
He knew that she was apologising for having been unconscious.
When he had managed to persuade her to take several more spoonfuls, he thought that there was just a little more colour in her face, but it might have been the sunshine.
Then she asked faintly,
“Am – I in your – Castle?”
“Yes,
