CHAPTER SEVENAll day the Earl lay unconscious.
The bullet had entered his head over the left brow. The locum thought it had travelled under the skin and lodged at the back of the skull. He did not consider himself experienced enough to operate, so a surgeon from Carlisle was sent for.
While awaiting his arrival everyone in the castle was subdued. There was little chatter in the kitchens. The servants went about their duties with long faces.
The corridor outside the Earl’s chamber was as silent as the tomb.
As dusk fell a figure could be seen flitting through the castle like a ghost, candle in hand. It was Jacina.
She had waited all day and could wait no longer. She was desperate to see the Earl and judge for herself what chance he had of living. Sarah had told her that a nurse had bee
