15
Nate
The gray skies threatened more rain, yet not a drop fell on their party as they walked toward the picnic site near the ruins. Almost as though God had obeyed Lady Adina’s decree that the weather hold for the young adults’ outdoor event. If anyone had the ear of God, it was Adina, Countess of Rathcavan. From the chapel that was a part of her suite in the castle to the small church in the village of Lyden, she prayed daily for the souls of everyone she knew, both living and dead.
The woman had borne her husband’s heavy drinking and violent outbursts after his return from spending several years in an American prison, and coming home an emaciated shell of a man only after the war with the colonies ended. According to Adina, the Lieutenant Colonel’s moods had been manageable early on
