When he moved her head gently to one side, he found that there was blood on his fingers and on her hair at the back.
He was wondering what he should do when Singh came into the schoolroom.
“Can I help, Master?”
“Yes, Singh,” the Duke replied. “Fetch either Mrs. Bird or that old housemaid to put her Ladyship to bed. Then have a look at this wound on her head. I am sure you are as good as doctor as anyone we can get hold of at this time of night.”
“Leave to me, Master,” Singh bowed.
The Duke looked down at the blood that was now staining the pillow behind Ilina’s head.
As he had thought when he saw her in the stables, she looked very young, frail and vulnerable.
He wondered what would have happened to her if he had not seen her going into the house when he was returning from his ride.
