He was wearing black, and she wondered who he was.
He was too small to have been one of the men that carried her.
Then as she looked at the man in black she saw the white muslin at his neck and knew he was a Priest.
What was about to happen swept over her with a feeling of horror.
She knew that she was trapped and it was impossible to run away.
Then, almost as if some voice told her to play for time, she gave a little murmur and deliberately collapsed slowly to the floor.
She closed her eyes, hoping that her uncle would believe she was unconscious.
“She has fainted!” Simon cried. “Now see what you have done, Papa? She has fainted – or is she dead?”
“Of course she is not dead!” Sir Hereward said angrily. “Fetch a glass of water!”
“Where from? I do not know where there is any!” Simo
