The Autumn of my life is come - my hopes of happiness long since buried in an unmarked grave - and how long, pray, shall the sun endure, before Winter?
Henry grasped my arm and turned me firmly back along the way we had come. "Jane," he said bracingly, "we require a revival of your formidable spirit – one I have not seen in nearly two years. You must take up the rȏle of Divine Fury. You must penetrate this killer’s motives, and expose him to the world.”