CHAPTER 30
“So you’re sure about the timing, then?” George asked, Wednesday morning.
“Absolutely. The traps from the private way went off just about the time we were getting you onto Eurig’s horse,” Ceridwen said. “The inference is clear—the shooter exited via the guests’ way and returned via that private one. I can’t be certain, but I don’t believe in coincidence.”
George sat with his leg propped up in the huntsman’s study, trying to ignore the ache. As he’d predicted, today he was sore everywhere, though the pain from the wound itself was more localized, a sign it was beginning to heal.
“Can you tell how much time elapsed? I was a bit occupied, myself,” he said.
“Close to an hour.”
“So you think he just exited one way and came back the other?”
“Perhaps,” she said. “Or perhaps he t
