A Memorial
As I followed Augustin toward the darker hallways of the castle, I related what Lady Hildegard had said and asked him what had really happened that night. “I found the Prince shortly after entering the castle, reading a scroll before the fireplace in the library,” Augustin said. I struggled to keep up with him as he threaded his way through the dimly lit corridors. “I told him in no uncertain terms that I required the key to the eastern gate. Instead of granting me what I needed, he plied with questions. I had no time for that, for I had promised to attempt to save a woman in childbirth that night. Therefore, I acted in the most efficient way possible.”
We had approached a narrow staircase, and I followed Augustin downward, practically tripping on my long skirt. “So you punche
