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can’t be right. I must be crazy. You must be crazy. I’ve ful y lost the plot. I must have. Not possible.”
    She ran her hands though her hair as she kept ranting.
    “Hannah?”
    “This is al a joke, right?” She grabbed his arm. “Tel me this is al a joke. Please, Sir Knight. I need you to save me now and tel me you’re not some psychopath intent on holding me here against my wil !”

    * * *

    Up to this point, Christopher would not have labeled her insane; however, she wasn’t making any sense. Now convinced that she must have hit her head quite hard, he whispered, “Hannah, it’s al right. We’l figure this out in the morning.”
    Hannah shook her head. “No. I have to get out of here. I can’t be here. It’s not right. Something’s not right.” He stopped her before she could take off again, wrapping his arms tightly around her as she sobbed. “What am I doing here? This isn’t right. I’m crazy. I must be crazy.”
    “Shhh, it’s al right. I’l help you. I promised, remember?” He felt her body relax, and as soon as he heard the tel -tale sound of hiccups, he handed her another handkerchief.
    “Hannah?”
    Taking a deep breath, she looked up at him as she pul ed out of his arms. “I’m al right now, Christopher. Thank you. I think I should just go to bed now. Thank you for your hanky.”
    He tried to smile as gently as possible. “Hannah?”
    “Yes?”
    “Everything is going to be al right.”
    She wrung her hands. “Yes, Christopher, I know that now.”
    “Shal I take you back to your room? I think al you need is a good night’s sleep.”

    Hannah nodded. “Yes. Al right. A good night’s sleep sounds lovely.”
    Christopher led her back into the house and up to her room.
    He woke Gwen and asked her to sit with Hannah.
    “I don’t need a babysitter,” Hannah hissed.
    “I know that, Hannah.” He tried to keep his tone gentle; however, he also wouldn’t broach an argument. “I simply thought Gwen could help you change.”
    Hannah glared at him. “Riiight.”
    She reluctantly fol owed Gwen back into her room and the girls stood in silence as Christopher stoked the fire before leaving them.
    “Is there anything I can do for you?” Gwen asked.
    Hannah’s eyes swept the room. “Where’s the loo?”
    “Who is Lou?”
    “Um, I mean restroom. Where’s the restroom?”
    Gwen’s eyebrows puckered. “I’m sorry?”
    “I have to…”
    “Oh!” Gwen knelt and reached under the bed. Pul ing out an ornate bowl, she handed it to Hannah. “Here you go.”
    “Um, no,” Hannah said, a little harsher than she intended.
    Gwen frowned. “It’s the only chamber pot in here. If it’s not acceptable, I’l be happy to find you another.”
    “You must be joking.”
    “Joking?”
    Hannah’s eyes widened. “Oh, you’re serious!”
    “I wouldn’t jest with you, Hannah,” Gwen said quite earnestly.
    “I’m in hel ,” Hannah whispered to the wal .
    “Hannah?”
    “Right, sorry. Um, I’l just use that when I’m by myself, if that’s al right with you.”
    “Of course. Is there anything I can help you with at present?”
    Hannah shook her head. “No, thank you, Gwen. You’ve been extremely kind. I think I’l just get changed and go to bed.”
    Gwen smiled and opened the door to leave. “Al right.

    Please let me know if you need anything.”
    Hannah nodded. “I wil . Thank you again.”
    Once Gwen left the room, Hannah listened for her footsteps in the hal way and the closing of her door. She waited another few seconds just in case Gwen might return and then opened her window again and threw her leg over the sil .
    “Hannah, go back inside,” she heard Christopher say.
    “What the—?” She bumped her head on the top of the window frame. “Ow!”
    “Are you al right?”
    “Yes,” she said exasperated. “You real y don’t need to babysit me!”
    She heard him chuckle as she pul ed her leg back inside and leaned out the window. He stood at the top of the trel