CHAPTER SEVENAll that night, Verena lay awake on her bunk.
As the bells sounded for the last watch, she rose up and kissed the photograph of her mother.
‘Oh, Mama, if only you were here. You would know what I must do to avoid being discovered.’ She kissed the photograph once more with fervour before placing it back on the small cabinet by her bed.
Her eyes felt hollow and her mouth dry.
‘I will go to the galley for a drink of water,’ she decided.
Cautiously she dressed in her uniform before stealing out of her cabin.
‘I do hope that everyone is asleep,’ she thought as she slipped through the corridors. ‘The Marquis and Lord Mountjoy were up rather late – they were playing music for hours after we had all gone to bed.’
The galley was strangely quiet when she reached it with only the
