Mask Of Duplicity (The Jacobite Chronicles Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
Her forehead was covered with a cool damp cloth. The shutters had been opened but the heavy cream velvet curtains were still drawn, filtering only a dim light into the room. On the table at the side of the bed stood a pot of pain-relieving willow-bark tea and a plate of bread, cheese and fruit, in case the patient should become hungry later.Grace hovered uncertainly by the side of the bed. She was so unused to seeing her mistress unwell that she felt quite distressed. She had never known her to have such a bad headache before, and was worried that it might presage a fever.“Can I get you anything else?” she asked.“No thank you,” came the weak voice from the bed. “I’m sure I will feel better if I’m left alone for a while.”“Very well. I will come to see how you are in an hour or so.”“No, you don’t need to do that, Grace. I think I will probably sleep until this afternoon, and would rather not be disturbed.”“Oh, I will be very quiet. But I would not dream of leaving you alone all day.
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