All was dead for him. He was alone.
But no tears would form, nor did he wish them to. The one emotion that
still burned, and seemed capable of sustaining him, was revenge. He
rushed blindly back and remounted the horse. And brandishing the
sword, rode away toward the gate in a fury, as if the lovers did not
exist.
Anne Scott remained prone on the floor, her mind dazed but her senses
still aware. She had seen Lord Purceville go to the window, as she had
watched his treacherous Lieutenant move behind him. . .and heard the
long fall to ruin.
Now she lay very still, as the man remained with his back to her,
perhaps in contemplation of what to do next. Moving one arm only, she
again found the knife, which had not slipped far from her grasp. And
she in turn felt a strong temptation to creep up behind him..... But
all around her was the taste of murder and death. And for the love she
still bore her children, she could not.
Then Ballard, for reasons known only to himself, turned away and
walked past her, out of the cell, and locked the door behind him.
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