V

Mr. Garret trotted round the alleys of the dark dreaded castle, the gloomy whispers had reproved every form of light. He kept his feet in motion and had no warmth in his own hands, the sensation of fear that was jarred on him had not been suppressed, and as he could say a word his lips were trembling with great fear. His eyes, red, his entire body was numb but in his mind, he was well worried for his own life. He looked round and found no presence of any souls within the thin walls of the alley, only the darkness and silence, and as he could heed his eyes towards his back, he spotted an enormous shadow upfront, it was proceeding towards him, closer with every breath falling through his lips, and his feet had the sense of cold. The enormous shadow had hideous eyes that could mean nothing but ordeal and it had no evidence of dwindling as it surpassed the last wall that was situated between them. Mr. Garret was seized in his own place and had no right to move. The god's name appeared on his lips but it did no amount of help to his current situation. As the shadow appeared closer Mr. Garret spotted its lips, it was muttering the words.

"You must pay, you must pay for your sin dear, for your salvation dear, it is no obscurity and you have the knowledge of that, you must pay, you must pay John!"

The maid had her hands filled with the damped cloth for she was betrothed to wipe the floor, though she had the urge to treat herself a nice cup of tea and if she was intended to make one perhaps she thought she could serve her master a cup as well. The kitchen never was awash with the lamentable matter that is to say the dirt, it was her most desirable place in the whole house and she had cleaned the place the first thing in the morning. The tea was served quite perfectly and was waiting patiently to be served against the eyes of herself and Mr. Garret, though she had not a wish to drink it alone and be with Mr. Garret. Her walk was blithered with her charming smile and as she positioned herself near his room, she took a deep breath and readied herself to welcome him on a nice morning, she looked attentively at the cup and the delicacy of herself was avowed to her in a quite perfection. She dispersed herself onto the room but was welcomed by a horrible view.

"Oh my lord?!" the cups dropped from her hands inadvertently as she witnessed Mr. Garret shivering onto the floor, his eyes had the redness speak for itself and his fingers were trembling as if he had witnessed somewhat dexterous of an ordeal entity.

"Mr. Garret? Are you alright?" she asked though no words could fall kindly from his lips.

"Mr. Garret? Sir?"

The clock on the mantelpiece had struck twelve, Mr. Garret roused and the joint of his body was in a torpor state but he knew he surely could not remain in his current state. He sat down and found The Maid resting on the floor. Mr. Garret looked round and to his own surprise to fail in finding the letter that he had deserted before he ventured into his sleep and as his prowl had begun The maid parted from her sleep and saw him, searching within the reach of his arm.

"Sir, what are you doing?" asked The Maid, her eyes avowed worries.

"Where are the Letters!" asked Mr. Garret in a tone of hurriedness.

The maid had her forbearance to not indulge in the matter of her master but perhaps his health had not held enough power for her not to surpass the limit.

"Sir, you are too exhausted, I am afraid I need to ask you to rest for a few days,"

Mr. Garret turned round and his eyes were composed with the ailing sense of feeling.

"Certainly, I am in no avail to rest, I must finish my work and report to the Earl of London,"

"Sir, I have your papers confined to a safe place but I shall grant your request if you take the rest for the whole day,"

"No Lady, do not cause me trouble and anxiety as I am already suffering with enough, please return the letters at once or else you will be freed of your service from sojourn, do you understand?!"

The maid leered at him as his words had parted from his lips, for sure he seemed obstinate enough, and his anger was present too.

"Sir, I found you shivering, and for that, I informed the doctor and he has suggested for your great health that you must rest and eat and drink greatly,"

Mr. Garret had his temper flourished incessantly and as he heard the gentle words of her he could not hold the poignant moment concealed within himself.

"Pardon me for saying this but I suppose you have forgotten your limit as a maid, so do you mind returning the letters to me now?"

His latest words held such a pang that it was already a surmise on her cheeks, and she could speak no such words and suddenly left the room, Mr. Garret rested well on his bed, the sudden silence forced him to realise the meaning of his vile words.

When she returned, she had the piles of letters on her hands and the eyes that could avow the great disappointment but perhaps the discern of the truth and sadness were there as well. She smote the papers onto the table and without saying a word, she left him alone with his guilt. Her look did give him the rage of penitence and no words could teach him the sense of his fault, though he decided to not heed much in this unwelcomed incident and began his perusal.