Leaving his room for breakfast next morning, Daniel almost collided with Gwylim. He frowned as the servant skidded to a halt on the polished floor.
“You must not run, Gwylim,” Daniel chastised him.
“Sir, I’m sorry, sir,” The boy looked truly contrite. “But it’s your guest, sir. He won’t wake, and I’ve been sent to tell you. ‘As soon as possible,’ Mr. Rowlands told me, sir! I’m sorry, sir, I won’t…” Gwylim trailed off and disappeared as Daniel waved him away.
Louis wouldn’t wake? Daniel felt fear pool in his heart and all thoughts of breakfasting vanished as he hurried through the corridors to Louis’s room.
“…gracious Lord, heal him who suffers now after wandering alone.” Daniel heard the end of his butler’s prayer as he dropped to his knees beside Louis’s bed and clasped his friend’s h
