The servant dropped her eyes, and it seemed that she had been struck dumb.

“Well?” Crystal hissed. “Out with it, or away with you!”

“M-M-Miss S-Smith,” the servant stammered. “The g-gentleman has been p-pounding on his w-wounds with his f-fists.”

“Do I have to do everything myself?” Crystal growled. She gave the servants a dirty look, and then she stormed off in the direction of the servants’ quarters. “I should just let him die,” she muttered. “After all the ...