6The following day, Lambert rose early and struggled into his clothes, the plaster cast continuing to make life difficult. He often found the first few moments of waking were the worst, the pain returning to his shattered limb as soon as he swung out of bed, perhaps caused by the blood rushing into his foot. He clinged on to the edge of the mattress and waited until the waves of agony receded.
Sinclair had created a temporary bedroom for Lambert on the ground floor from one of the small anterooms off the main lounge. Megan assaulted him as soon as he wheeled himself through the door. He could do little but sit and allow her to give him a good wash with her loping tongue and when at last she bounded away, he went to the bathroom and washed properly.
He paused to look in the mirror above t
