![]() Good, that’s a good question, Ephraim thought. “What happened to him?” the magistrate asked. I wouldn’t believe it either, but I’ve watched over him for the last month.” Is someone playing a jest? I assure you I do not find this funny or tolerable!” He would have to remember to box his ears later. “Like a ten year old boy,” he heard his older brother Henry answer in an amused tone. “But….but….Ephraim is sixteen and he looks….well he looks….like….” Ephraim wanted to protest, but the only sound he managed was a weak groan. ![]() Someone grabbed his chin none too gently and yanked it to the side. “I told you who it is! That’s my middle son Ephraim!” his father snapped.Įphraim heard a chuckle. "Tell you who it is?" his father repeated in confusion. “First tell me who this man is,” the cold voice ordered. Was that Mary the upstairs maid? Ephraim tried to focus. “I ain’t lying, m'lord! Look at his mouth!” the woman demanded. I would dismiss her at once without a reference,” a cold voice said. This is clearly an animal bite or she stabbed herself in hopes of creating trouble for you. “This woman is obviously prone to hysterics, Your Grace. A little sleep and then he would ask why they were in his bedchamber. His eyes were too heavy to open and his body felt limp. “Hush, woman! Just show the magistrate your wound!” his father demanded.Įphraim couldn’t focus. ![]()
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