He tried to sleep in the carriage more than once without success.
And he had nearly asked the carriage to turn back to Penbrook just as many times.
By nightfall, the carriage finally reached Glenwood.
He was famished, and very in need of a good sleep.
But as soon as he stepped down from the carriage, the housekeeper and a few others rushed towards him, all of them speaking at the same time.
He held up his hand to silence them. Then he turned to his housekeeper.
"What exactly happened?"
She went on to narrate the whole story, bursting into sobs as she did.
He listened quietly, nodding when it was expected of him.
Four rogues had been killed.
None of his men were harmed.
But his old steward had been killed.
Nothing was taken. Nothing was damaged except the window of his study and a few evidences of a struggle.
But why his steward?
"Was he involved in combat with any of the Rogues?"
The woman shook her head.
