The footman nodded his head quickly. That made sense to him. The pain of a broken bone was terrible.
"Please, take her home immediately," Camilla instructed, waving her hand toward the open carriage door. "Get her to a good doctor. The famous one she wanted to invite for the General, seems she needs him more. And drive safely. The roads can be bumpy."
"Yes, Lady Camilla," the footman replied respectfully.
He wrapped his strong arms securely around Isabel. He lifted her completely off the ground.
Isabel tried to fight in his arms. She did not want to leave like this. She wanted her voice back! She wanted to scream at the witch! She kicked her good leg. She pushed against the footman's chest. She opened her mouth in silent, furious screams.
But without her voice, she was not scary anymore. With her messy hair and her silent thrashing, she just looked like a small, angry, agitated kitten trying to escape a bath.
