CHAPTER EIGHTFor a moment, Rosaleena could not believe that she had heard aright.
“M-murdered?”
Lady Rosscullen sank into an armchair, hand to her forehead.
“Uriel – you enlighten her. Please do.”
Rosaleena turned terrified eyes to her uncle.
He gestured for her to sit, but she could not move. She was frozen to the spot. It was Oswald who took her elbow and guided her to a chair by the window.
Sir Uriel began,
“In the year 1798 I arrived at Rosscullen House to stay with my step-sister Constance and her young husband Lord Rosscullen. The couple had just had their first and, as it sadly turned out, only child, you, Rosaleena.
“It was a time of political upheaval in Ireland with rebels attacking those they considered representative of the British Establishment such as landlords and th
