"These are the herbs that are to be administered to her when she wakes up next morning," the old doctor said as he gave Mr Brown a purse containing vials filled with said herbs. "She is still weak at the moment but just give her a few days and she will be back on her feet." Mr Brown nodded and grabbed the wheelchair that Emily was on and began pushing her towards the infirmary door. The doctor grabbed his hands all of a sudden and pulled him to a corner, his eyes on Emily. She guessed that the old man wanted to tell Mr Brown something that he didn't want her to hear. Unfortunately, they didn't stand too far away from where she was so she heard all that he told the butler. "I advise that you tell His Grace not to have any form of intercourse with Her Grace until she is fully healed," he said in a small whisper. "Her Grace isn't strong yet for--""I've heard you, Durham," Mr Brown said, cutting the doctor short before he could finish what he was saying. He too was clearly uncomfortab
"You still haven't told Her Grace?" James shouted angrily as he followed his friend down the stairs. Seeing his friend wear that mask not only surprised but infuriated him. "Why haven't you told her?""I don't have the guts to, James," Edward replied as he hastily walked down the stairs and ran towards the door. "You don't have the what?" James shouted. "She has every right to know of this, Edward." "I will let her know when the time is--" Edward stopped on his step as he saw Emily walk down from the carriage and walk towards the door of the manor, where he stood. He quickly adjusted the mask on his face and tried composing himself.Edward had somehow expected Emily to greet him but she didn't even pay attention to his presence. She instead turned and walked past him, leaving him still standing by the door entrance with a look of shock on his face.To tell the truth, Edward had expected this kind of reaction from her but he hadn't expected it this way and certainly not in front of h
"Your Grace?" Edward heard someone say and he looked up just to see Mr Brown staring at him with a concerned look on his face. "Are you okay, Your Grace? You seemed to have been lost for a moment." "I am fine, Brown," Edward replied with a small sigh. He looked down at the floor, his hands folded across his chest as he thought of what his butler had told him. "Detective Harold will be able to bring light to everything that happened," Mr Brown said, continuing with the discussion that they were having before Edward blacked out. "When will he be available?" Edward asked as he looked up at his butler who just stood staring at him. Edward knew that Mr Brown knew of his hatred for the young detective so conforming to his advice without much argument surprised him much. In truth, Edward really wanted everything to be solved and for them to just move on. If that was the only way that that could come to pass, then he had no other choice but to follow it. "Can you be able to send a me
"What is it?" Edward asked as he rushed to the man who was busy mumbling to himself. "Why are you covered in blood? Are you hurt?" The other workers left their work and ran to their friend to help him as Edward and James continued with their question. James ran his hands over the man's body and saw that he was not having any bleeding anywhere on his body. That meant that the blood in him was not his but someone else's. "This blood isn't his," Edward muttered as he too found no source of injury that would have caused his bleeding. Who then did the blood belong to? Edward turned and stared at the now empty half-built barn and ran towards it without hesitation. He had these thoughts of what had caused the blood but he silently prayed within him that it was not what he was thinking. Edward ran into the barn and searched around the place for any sign of the blood and saw at a corner at the end of the barn, a splash of red, stained on the newly built walls. He took in a deep breath
Emily didn't need to be told that she wasn't supposed to be there so when the young man that she assumed to be working with the men rebuilding the burnt down barn walked up to them and asked that they leave, Emily turned without hesitation and walked away.She immediately regretted her decision though.As she turned to walk away, she caught sight of the workers at a corner trying to lift one of their fallen friends to his feet. Emily could not get a good look at who they were trying to help but when his friends finally moved out of the way as they lifted him up, she immediately wished she had not done so.The man who they lifted up didn't just have a look that had been stamped on his face by fear, but was also covered head to toe in blood. It was as if they had bathed him with blood.Emily suddenly remembered the stain on the wall of the barn and she felt all the hairs on her skin raise. Was that the same blood that was on the man?"Oh my god." Emily turned and saw Williams standing b
"We have no choice but to bring him in then," James said. "The gravity of this whole thing is really much and I don't think it is one that we should play with. Your brother too--""My brother and I might have our differences, James, but I assure you that he has no hand in this," Edward said in a loud voice.James raised his hands as if in surrender and replied, "I didn't say that he was, Edward, I was about saying that your brother too night found out about this." Edward shifted on his two feet and he brought his head down, now feeling guilty."I'm sorry, James," he said with a sigh. "I just have been on the edge lately and it is beginning to affect me real bad.""I understand, Edward." James noticed that the whole barn was now getting dark. He looked outside and saw that the sun had already completely set while the moon was rising to take its place. "You don't want to get home late, Sir James," Mr Brown said as he noticed James staring. "Night has come and it will be really dangerou
The whole place was cold and Emily could hear the whistling of the wind just outside the closed windows. From the way things were looking, it was probably going to rain soon. Emily laid on the small duvet that she had placed on the ground, her head on her soft pillow and facing the ceiling. She was really scared to sleep because of what had just happened at His Grace's study.She still felt guilty and wanted so much to go back and put everything back in order but she felt that it was already too late. His Grace must be in by now.The whole place was dark and that seemed to aid in the disturbing thoughts that Emily kept on having. She had decided not to light up the candles because she didn't know how His Grace was going to react if he saw it. For her, it was best she just tried to avoid the whole thing than do anything that would aid in the problem. Thunder boomed in the distance and the whole room lit up a bit as lightning flashed accompanying the loud thunder. Emily could hear the
Edward picked up the bloodied head and hid it inside the bag that Mr Brown had gone to bring. Blood dripped from it and he had to cup his hands under the bag as he carried it to avoid it from dropping on the floor."Will that be enough, Your Grace?" Mr Brown asked and Edward nodded. He adjusted the now heavy bag on his hands."With the amount of blood dropping from this I don't think this can stay in the river till morn without someone finding it," Edward said as he removed his cupped hand from underneath the bag, pouring the blood that had filled it. He would make sure to have the traces removed after they were done."We'll find another alternative, Your Grace," Mr Brown said. "But we have to get to the river now before any of the servants or anyone at all get here. Edward nodded.He removed his hands from underneath the bag again and poured the blood on it before placing it there again. He and Mr Brown began to slowly walk out of the barn, their eyes searching the place for any si