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“Alistair,” she whispered again, no longer wanting to hear this tale.

But he continued. “Another man—an officer—they crucified and set alight. He made high, terrible screams like an animal as he died. I’ve never heard the like before or since. When they started on me, it was almost a relief, if you can credit it. I knew I would die; my chore was simply to die with what bravery I could. I never cried out when they pressed burning brands to my face, nor when they cut me. But when they took a knife to my eye…”

His hand drifted to that side of his face, and his fingers delicately traced the scars. “I think I lost my mind a little. I can’t remember exactly. I don’t remember anything before I woke again in the Fort Edward infirmary. I was surprised to be alive.”

“I’m glad.”

He looked at her. “For what?”

She swiped at her cheeks. “That you survived. That God took away your memory.”

He smiled then, a horrible twisting of his lips. “But God had nothing to do with it.”

“What do you mean?”

“It made no sense.” He waved his hand in a broad sweep. “Don’t you see? None of it had any order or reason. Some of us survived and some did not. Some were scarred and some were not. And it mattered not whether a man was good or brave or weak or strong. It was pure chance.”

“But you survived,” she whispered.

“Did I?” His eye glittered. “Did I? I’m alive, but I’m not the man I was before. Did I truly survive?”

“Yes.” She stood and came to him, placing her palm on his scarred cheek. “You’re alive and I’m glad.”

He covered her hand with his own, and for a moment they stood thus. His gaze searched hers, intent and confused.

Then he turned his head away, and her hand dropped. She felt as if she’d missed something in that moment, but she didn’t know what. Bereft, she sat back down on the bed.

He resumed dressing. “As soon as I was well enough to travel, I sailed for England. You know the rest, I think.”

She nodded.

“Yes, well. I’ve lived since that time very much as you first saw me when you came to the castle. I’ve avoided the company of others for obvious reasons.” He touched the patch over his eye. “But a month ago, Viscount Vale and his wife, your friend, Lady Vale…”

He trailed away, frowning. “I say, how did you become acquainted with Lady Vale? Was that part of your story made up as well?”

“No, that was true enough.” Helen grimaced. “I suppose it does look odd, a mistress like me friends with a respectable woman like Lady Vale. I confess that I know her only slightly. We met several times in the park, but when I fled Lister, she helped me. We are friends, truly.”

Alistair seemed to accept that explanation. “Anyway, Vale was one of the men taken captive at Spinner’s Falls. When Vale came to visit, he had this odd story. Rumors that the 28th Regiment of Foot had in fact been betrayed at Spinner’s Falls by a British soldier.”

Helen straightened. “What?”

“Yes.” He shrugged and finally laid the shirt aside. “It makes sense. We were in the middle of the forest, and yet we were attacked by an overwhelming force of Frenchmen and Indians. Why else would they be there save that they knew we were to pass that way?”

She drew a sharp breath. Somehow the knowledge that such destruction of life had been planned—and by a fellow countryman—made it all the more horrible.

She looked at him with wonder. “I would think that you’d be wild with the desire for revenge.”

He smiled, fully and sadly. “Even if we catch this man, bring him to trial and hang him, it’ll not restore my eye or the lives of the men lost at Spinner’s Falls.”

“No, it won’t,” she agreed gently. “But you do want him caught, don’t you? Might it not bring you some peace?”

He looked away. “I have as much peace now as I’ll ever have, I think. But I suppose it would be appropriate for the traitor to be punished.”

“And the Frenchman, the friend you want to meet, is somehow connected to all this?”

He went to the fire and kindled a taper. With it he lit several candles in the room. “Etienne says there are rumors in the French government, but he does not want to commit them to paper—for his safety and for mine. He has accepted a position on an exploratory ship, though. It docks in London the day after tomorrow before leaving to sail around the Horn of Africa.”

He threw the remainder of the taper into the fire. “If I can talk to Etienne, then perhaps this mystery will be solved.”

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