93 A fast recover

«I'll bring you dinner,» I mutter while getting up. I stroll to the door and open it. As soon as I get my feet out, though, the world starts spinning.

I try to sustain myself on the door frame, but I miss the wood and fall on the floor. Bit by bit, my vision turns dark. I open my eyes wide, fearing this sudden blindness.

Then, my body betrays me, and I fall in a light-less pit.

When I open my eyes again, I'm lying in my bed. The fire is burning in the chimney, and the blanket is warming my body.

I turn on my back and realise that I'm not alone. Of course, where could a convalescent Duke be?

He's reading my reports with interest, at the light of the lantern.

«You forgot to eat once again,» he mutters. «You really were busy looking for information in my office.»

«I was trying to help you!» I exclaim. However, I am weak, so my voice sounds more feeble than I desire.