Despite everything Sir William and the others had told her, she realised she had not expected to find it was true. Now here was her father – back from the dead. Should she be elated, or terrified? Horace Oldfield nodded. ‘Yes, I’m your father.’ There was a sadness in his voice as he went on. ‘And yet I am not your father. I am not the man I once was.’ He closed his eyes for a moment. ‘I had hoped to spare you this. To spare you any knowledge of such things. I struggled so hard to protect you, after I lost …’ He opened his eyes again and stared at Liz. ‘Too hard, perhaps. I thought I was doing the right thing.’ ‘But, what’s happened to you?’ ‘I am resurrected. I am cursed.’ ‘Can you help us?’ Sir William asked. He stepped forward, facing Oldfield. ‘Can you help destroy this evil?’ ‘Evil? Yes, evil,’ Oldfield said. ‘Yet, now, feeling it inside me. Was I wrong?’ He turned to Liz again. ‘Tell me I was right,’ he implored her. ‘All those years ago.’ There was anguish behind his words.
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