Rosaleena closed her eyes, lips trembling.
“Who brought me home? Uncle Uriel?”
“It was Mr. McEvoy.”
Having said this, Lady Rosscullen suddenly knelt at the bedside and took her daughter’s hand in hers.
“Rosaleena – your uncle is dead.”
Rosaleena’s eyes flew open.
“Dead?” she echoed. “H-how?”
“Just as the Earl fell, the lawyer McEvoy arrived on the scene with Willy Hanlon and some of the Rosscullen Militia. Resisting arrest, Sir Uriel drew his musket and was shot in the chest – by one of the Militia men. Captain Huggins and his accomplices threw down their weapons.”
Lady Rosscullen began to weep as she recounted the facts and Rosaleena tried to console her mother.
“I am so sorry, Mama. I know how fond you were of – of your step-brother.”
“Fond?” echoed Lady Rosscullen bitterly. “I
