“Be utterly still,” Jacqueline counseled in an undertone when Angus was yet on the verge of waking. Indeed, he was astounded that he had managed to sleep at all. He reached for her but she was gone, on her feet and out of his reach.
And before he could pursue her, she began to scream so loud he thought his ears would be rent.
“Zounds!” he muttered, and she dug her toe none too gently into his ribs.
“God in heaven!” she cried. “He is dead! I am trapped here with a dead man. Aid me, someone!” She screamed and screamed and screamed, apparently so overcome by fear that she could do naught else.
“You are too overwrought,” Angus advised in an undertone. “They will think you mad.”
“When I wish your advice, I shall ask for it,” she replied at equally low volume.
She bellowed anew, entreating
