Francis, James, and Harry all then took turns to bring down a bird. With a decent haul of four birds, they called the morning hunt a success and decided to head back to the castle.
While Julian gathered up the birds and dropped them into a carry sack, Harry wasted no time in vying for Caroline’s attention. “Did you see my shot? I swear I could have taken all those birds by myself. Pity that your damaged hand could not permit you to shoot. If we hunt again during our stay, I would be more than happy to help you make the shot.”
“Thank you, Harry, that is very kind of you. Perhaps another time,” she replied.
Francis patted his friend on the back and gave him a gentle nudge forward. James dropped in beside him, and the three of them started toward the lane. Caroline and Midas followed behind, with Julian bringing up the rear.
As they reached the wide grassy meadows, he caught up with her. “You did well on the hunt this morning. You have a keen eye. Promise me that when your hand is recovered, you will return to Newhall Castle and show me how you can handle a rifle.”
“Thank you, I shall do just that,” she replied.
As the others walking ahead put more distance between them, Julian savored his time alone with Caroline.
“Can I apologize once more?” he asked.
She looked at him quizzically. “What for?”
“The lake. I know I have already said I was sorry, but every time I think about it, I am filled with shame. I am not sure if I shall ever get it right in my mind. So, if you would indulge me, I shall keep apologizing for a little while longer,” he replied.
Caroline stopped. When she looked up at Julian and smiled, it was like the sun was shining just for him. A wicked glint sparkled in her eyes. “I have forgiven you. But I never said I wasn’t planning my revenge. Don’t be surprised if you wake up one morning and find that your bed is floating in the castle lake.”
Julian’s deep, hearty laugh rang through the trees. The others turned and looked back at them. Caroline raised an eyebrow and continued on her way.
Julian no longer felt the touch of his boots on the ground. His ears rang with the heavy thump of his heart.
Cupid’s arrow had found its mark.
