I thanked her and said I would not interrupt the practice; and in any case we had to get back to Kaiserwald. We were leaving in two days’ time.

“Well, I’m glad to have been of use.”

“Thank you so much, and may you hit the target every time.”

“What a friendly woman,” I said as we left; and Eliza agreed.

In my thoughts I had called him Dr. Damien the Demon Doctor. I told him that and he said: “Now I shall be Damien, the perfect husband.”

“We have to wait and see whether you earn that title. Now I shall just call you Damien.”

“I like the way you say it. You make it sound godlike.”

He complained that we could not be alone in the hospital. There was always someone to interrupt.

“That friend of yours, Big Eliza, clings like a leech. She breathes fire on me every time she sees me.”

“You are mixing similes and metaphors. Dragons breathe fire, not leeches.”

“She’s a very capable woman. She can make the transition from leech to dragon at the batting of an eyelid. Let’s go for a walk in the forest.

There we can make plans. Do you realize there is a lot to be settled yet? “

“Yes, I do.”

“We’ll go separately, otherwise we shall have Eliza trailing us. I’ll meet you in the clearing … say ten minutes.”

I agreed.

I shall never forget that afternoon. I had known disaster before but never anything so sudden. I had never before been plunged from the heights of ecstasy to the depths of despair.

I left the hospital, light-hearted, engulfed in happiness. It had never occurred to me that anything could change so quickly.

I came to the clearing. He was already there. He saw me and as he started to hurry towards me, the shot rang out. I heard the loud report. I saw him, standing there for half a second, and then he slowly fell to the ground.

I dashed to him. There was blood everywhere. He was lying on the grass. I stared at him in horror. I heard myself murmur:

“Damien … dead.”

I knelt beside him.

“Damien,” I whispered. His eyes were closed and there was a terrible stillness about him.

I knew that I must take immediate action. I thought the bullet had entered his back. What we needed was a doctor . without delay.

I ran with all the speed I could muster, back to the hospital.

I was thankful for Dr. Kratz and Dr. Bruckner. They acted speedily and efficiently. A stretcher was brought out and Damien was carried to the hospital. It was a blessing that medical help was so near.

They were with him for a long time and I knew that he was seriously hurt.

I prayed; “Oh God, don’t let him die … not now … when we have just found each other. I could not bear that. I will do anything anything but don’t let him die.”

It was the incoherent prayer of a frightened woman flung from the pinnacle of happiness to the very nadir of despair.

I waited for the doctors to emerge. They had a certain respect for me and I knew they would tell me the truth.

“We have extracted the bullet,” they told me.

“He will recover?”

They were silent.

“Tell me. Tell me,” I cried.

“We do not know. It was his spine. It’s early days yet.”

“I shall nurse him,” I said.

“Yes … yes.”

“May I go to him?”

“He is not conscious.”

“Just to sit by him.”

They looked at each other and nodded.

So I went in and sat there. How different he looked! He was so pale; his deepset eyes were closed and his chiselled features looked more prominent. I had always seen him so vital. so much more alive than anyone I had known and now he looked . dead.

The Head Deaconess came in. She laid a hand on my shoulder. She said:

“It is better to leave him. He needs rest, and you need care, my child.” I turned to her with the misery in my eyes and she said: “We must pray that he will recover. He is a very strong man. He would always get his way and he very much wants to live now that you and he have made plans together.”

I let her lead me from the room. She took me to mine and made me lie on my bed.

Eliza came in.

She said to her: “Look after Miss Pleydell. She needs you.”

Eliza nodded.

How long the days seemed! How long the nights! I lay sleepless.

Eliza did not sleep either.

“Perhaps it was all for the best,” she said.

“Eliza,” I said, ‘if he dies I shall never be happy again. I have been so wretched, so immersed in my tragedy, I have brooded on the cruelty of life and I can now see that I magnified my troubles. I’ve grown away from that. He showed me how foolish I was. With him I could have become my true self again. If he does not recover, I have lost that chance. When he asked me to marry him I knew complete happiness. I want to be with him all the time. Do you understand that, Eliza? “

“I think I begin to.”

“He must get well. You and I will nurse him back to health. You will help me, Eliza?”

“Yes,” she said.

“I will help you.”

“Oh, thank you.”

“I thought you would have been happy in that house with Dr. Fenwick,” she said, ‘but I see now that this is the one you want. no matter what he is. “

“I’m glad you see that now, Eliza.”

In the morning I had an interview with the doctors. The news was heartening.

“We think there is a good chance of his recovery.”

I was overwhelmed with joy. Then I saw the glances pass between them.

“What is it?” I asked fearfully.

“We don’t know how it will be with him …if he recovers.”

“I see.”

“Yes, Miss Pleydell. There is only one thing we can do and that is wait and see.”

My concern for him had made me pay little attention to the mystery which occupied everyone’s mind.

Who had fired the shot which had obviously been intended to kill him?

He had been there in the clearing alone, exposed to view. Someone must have taken a shot at him from the shelter of the trees.

There had been a great deal of activity in the neighbourhood recently because of the Schutzenfest which was shortly to be held and the sound of shots could be continually heard. People were shooting everywhere.

Could it have been a stray bullet which had hit Dr. Adair, maybe from some young man or woman who was not accustomed to using a gun?

The bullet was examined. It was common enough and there was little to be learned from it. Who would have wanted to kill Dr. Adair? He was not an inhabitant of the place. He was not even a resident doctor only a visiting one.

Fraulein Kleber’s practice range had not been far off. Could it really have been that someone who had been trying to hit that had missed so widely?

It seemed the most likely explanation.

Enquiries continued but no one came forward with a solution to the mystery. Investigations found nothing suggesting that anyone had tried to murder Dr. Adair.

A week passed a week when my hopes had risen only to be dashed and to rise again. He was still alive. Dr. Kratz said he clung to life with a tenacity which was amazing. He was aware of me and I knew he drew great comfort from my presence. When I was not with him, Eliza took over. I was amazed at the care with which she did this. She was fiercely protective of him; she, who had hated him so intensely, was determined that he should recover.

At first we had feared that he would be paralysed. I tried to visualize what his life would be he, the most active of men, to be confined to his bed. I vowed that I would look after him and dedicate my whole life to him.

But his fierce determination had its effect. Within a week he could move his legs; and within three he was walking with the aid of a stick.

Meanwhile enquiries were proceeding. No one admitted to having fired that shot. But was it possible that someone could have done it without being aware of it?

I took brief walks in the forest Eliza and the Head Deaconess insisted that I should for my health’s sake. I wanted to spend every minute at his bedside; but I did realize the wisdom of what they said.

My walks invariably took me to the clearing; and one day my thoughts turned to Gerda and what had happened to her. She said she had met a devil in the woods; she had been seduced and nearly lost her life when she had taken the potion to get rid of her child.

I remembered talking to her grandmother. I had not seen Frau Leiben since I had returned to Kaiserwald. The door of her cottage had always been shut. I began to wonder then. I had thought Damien might have been that devil in the woods. Was that possible? Just suppose it was?

Just suppose Frau Leiben knew? Suppose she had fired that shot . for revenge?

No. The man I knew would never have taken advantage of a simple girl.

But would he? I was not sure. The miracle was that if I were it would make no difference.

The idea haunted me and each day when I took my walk I went to the clearing.

I thought of Frau Leiben, devoted to the granddaughter who was not like other girls . the simple girl dreaming as she walked with her geese.

How Frau Leiben would have hated the one who had betrayed her granddaughter! I could well imagine her vowing revenge. Had I not sworn revenge on the man I believed had cost my child his life? Yes, I could understand Frau Leiben’s emotions.

The cottage was actually in the clearing. She could have shot him from one of her windows. It would have been easy for her.

One day when I was passing, the door was open. I went over and called:

“Frau Leiben.”