CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE

This was a miracle. One that want as wonderful. Edgar stared down at the men that knelt before him Should they be beheaded or hung? He contemplated. It was noon. The sky brighter. The room colder. Empty. Where was the child? Where was his sister? Edgar turned to the red cloaked men still with the Sol badge. "How could she have been taken without your knowing?" He asked "The lady was in her chamber. She had retired for the day. It is the morning that her hand maiden announced her missing, out horse stolen with a carriage. Her Chambers ruined" the man said with a bow How weak were his men? Even his men had been there, at the tunnel. Tarrying the night in shifts. Nothing should have gotten past them and it didn't. No one saw his sister leave. They must have known the manor enough to steal her away so quietly. Was she alive at all? Alexandra would have fought, would have woken the entire palace with her screams. He knew his sister that much. Six parties were sent to search. He hi