“His Grace is – ready for me?” she asked him.
“Yes, my Lady,” Tomkins replied, “but there be somethin’ I wants to say to your Ladyship.”
“What is it?” Sacha asked apprehensively.
“His Grace has heard that the doctors be comin’ here tomorrow to cut him up and take off his bandages and it’s somethin’ he’s not lookin’ forward to.”
“I can understand that.”
“I think if the truth’s known, my Lady,” Tomkins went on, “it’s his eyes His Grace be a-worryin’ about most.”
“I am sure he will be all right,” Sacha answered confidently.
“Then you make him believe it, my Lady,” Tomkins said almost fiercely. “I’ve bin with His Grace for many years now and I’ve served with him in the Army. Brave as a lion he was against the enemy, afraid of nothin’, but blindness be another thing altogether.”
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