"They are spies, wanted both here and in England. Keep them safe and the appropriate authorities will be in touch with you. With any luck you should get a medal."
By the time Emilia and Alexei had been hauled away, the doctor was examining Peter's wound.
"High up on the shoulder," he said. "But it missed the lung, or he wouldn't be alive."
"Will he live?" asked the Earl tensely.
"I believe so, with proper care. But he can't stay here."
"My carriage is outside," said Monsieur Thierre. "I took the precaution of bringing it to take Rona home. Now we will take Peter."
"He must be kept warm," said the doctor.
Rona sped upstairs for blankets. The Earl took some from her and together they wrapped Peter in them. Despite the doctor's reassuring words, his face was a frightening colour. Rona
