Page 32 of The Silent Songbird

His eyelids eased up, as though it hurt to open them. He gazed at her for a moment, a dazed look in his eyes. Then his eyes closed again.

“He’s unconscious. But he’s alive,” she assured herself. “He’ll wake up again.”

Was he breathing? She laid her cheek over his nose and mouth. She waited, then felt the slight brush of air against her cheek.

The leather bag he often carried with him lay on the ground nearby. Evangeline ran to it and found nothing more helpful than a dry cloth. She carried it back to him.

Gently, she wiped at the blood. She brushed his hair back until she saw the source—a cut at his hairline. She pressed the cloth against the spot while staring down into his face, his perfect features and masculine chin and jaw. But if he never woke up, the heart and mind were what would be missed the most. How could Glynval ever be the same without him?

Who did this to him? Who would want to hurt such a kind and gentle young man?

She heard voices in the distance. Then Sabina’s rose above the rest. “He’s over here.”

Several men appeared, with Sabina leading them. When they saw her kneeling beside Westley on the ground, they ran past Sabina and nudged Evangeline out of the way. They pelted her with questions.

“What happened?”

“Is he alive?”

“Is he breathing?”

Evangeline nodded.

Four of them lifted him and carried him slowly down the path.

Evangeline stood, watching them go, suddenly aware that she was dripping wet from the neck down. Her hands showed smears of blood—Westley’s blood—and they were shaking.

God, please let him live.

Chapter Ten

As Muriel left the privy behind the manor house,Evangeline caught her eye and motioned to her. She led her behind some trees and bushes.

“Is Westley well?” Evangeline whispered.

“He has been awake and talking.”

“Oh, thank You, God.” She let out the breath she was holding. “Will he be all right? Is he in his right mind?”

“I think so. I have not seen him, though. Sabina is crowing to everyone who will listen that she was the one who pulled him out of the river and saved his life.”

“What else did she say? Did she tell everyone that I can speak?”

“What do you mean?”

“I was the one who saw the man hit him in the head and throw him in the water. I jumped in and pulled his face out of the water, but I couldn’t get him all the way out, so I screamed for help. Sabina came. She heard me talk.”

“Be wary of that one,” Muriel said softly. “And what do you mean, you saw a man hit him in the head?”

“Doesn’t he remember?”

“I don’t know. Perhaps you should try to see him yourself.”

Would they let her in to see him? “I will try.”

Evangeline parted from Muriel and hurried toward the castle. When she was nearly to the front door, someone called her name.

Sabina stood nearby smirking at her, arms crossed in front of her. “You lied about not being able to speak.”