“Oh, aye,” Bet muttered and quickly drew the drapes shut over the window, then turned to follow as Lisa limped back to the bed to lay claim to her robe as she’d intended before she was grabbed from behind. The maid’s voice was worried as she asked, “How are you feeling now?”

“My stomach aches, my knees and shins hurt, and I am hungry,” Lisa answered shakily, and then forced some strength into her voice and added, “I would kill for a cup of tea.”

“Do ye think it’ll stay down?” Bet asked with concern. “Ye don’t want to be heaving again.”

“I think it will stay down now,” Lisa said wearily as she drew the robe on and tied the sash. “At least I hope it will because I could do with a cup to steady my nerves.”

“Aye,” Bet said with sympathy. “Well you just sit yourself down and relax then. I shall fetch you up something.” She urged her toward the toppled chair, and then rushed forward to straighten it for her to sit in.

Lisa sat. Mostly because she was even shakier than she had been when she’d first woken up. She also didn’t protest when Bet settled a blanket across her knees and tucked it around her, but she released a rather relieved sigh when the maid stopped fussing and departed to find her a drink and a snack.

Once she was alone, Lisa leaned back a little wearily, her eyes closing as she reviewed what had happened. She had no idea where her attacker had come from. She was pretty sure the tree had been empty when she’d peered out, but then it was extremely dark and with all the leaves and shadow coating the branches, Lisa supposed he may have been hidden from view. And she’d left the damned window open for him to come in after her, she thought with self-disgust.

“Lisa?”

Blinking her eyes open, she watched Robert enter with a lit candle and set it on the table by her bed before moving to stand before her.

“Are you all right?” he asked with concern.

“Aye,” Lisa assured him, sitting up a little straighter in her chair. “Are you all right, Robert? You were limping as you gave chase.”

He grimaced with irritation, and admitted, “I landed badly and twisted my ankle is all. Which slowed me enough to let him get away.”

“Sit down,” she suggested, waving to the bed. But rather than simply back up and settle on the edge of the bed as she’d intended, he limped around it to retrieve the chair Bet had been sleeping in. He brought it back to set in front of hers. Sitting in it with a relieved little sigh, he ran one hand through his hair and then said, “Tell me what happened.”