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Megs shook her head She’d have to exaht now they were nearing Saint House She scrabbled for the edges of what re it over herself as best she could and then buttoning her half-cape all the way to her neck If no one looked too closely, she could make it to her rooe shuddered to a stop and she remembered his directions Quickly, she opened the door a crack and ordered Oliver to fetch Moulder Lord knehat the footlie, and if that hadn’t been enough, the dragoon captain had shouted his suspicions

Yet Godric hadn’t been arrested

Megs vowed to talk to both men and thank thee door opened again as Moulder said, "Got yourself into a fix again, have you? Told you that …" The servant’s eyes widened, his words trailing away as he caught sight of Megs "M’lady?"

"I have a knife wound in h his hands were tre

Moulder blinked and turned his attention to his et you inside, then, hadn’t we?"

"Yes, and discreetly" Godric looked at his servant and some unspoken communication seemed to pass between them

"O’ course" Moulder produced an old cape and threw it around Godric’s shoulders, effectively hiding the Ghost’s costume In a louder voice he said, "Had a few too many, have we, sir?"

Godric rolled his eyes as Moulder wrapped his are "Hate this particular subterfuge Makes me look such an idiot"

"Only an idiot would let hiet stabbed in the back by sorunted as they ered

"Wasn’t a footpad," Godric gasped

"Oh? Then who?"

The two of thes hastily got down fro his arm over her shoulder "It was I"

Moulder’s eyes widened at her for the second tiht? Would’ve liked to’ve seen that, I would"

"Bloodthirsty bastard," Godric hissed as they s whisperedhis face to look at her, his gray eyes like crystals "Not your fault"

Moulderunder his breath and they all paused for a ht across Megs’s shoulders, and she would probably be sore on the morrow, but that wasn’t orried her She could feel Godric tre, the seep of soainst the side pressed to his

He was still bleeding

"Coet you to your rooht Moulder’s and she knew they shared the same concern If Godric collapsed on the stairs, they’d have to get the footmen to carry him up The fewer servants who knew of this ht had summoned her, Mrs Crumb appeared at the bottos turned her head to look at the housekeeper It , but Mrs Crumb wore her starched black dress, the white apron and cap as crisp as ever, and she gazed up at the if they’d like tea served in the s rooather her wits, and his next words confirencies of this nature "A stack of clean cloths and the brandy from Mr St John’s study, if you please, Mrs Cru for the housekeeper’s outrage To be ordered about in front of their employers was a clear breach of servant etiquette

But Mrs Cru, "At once, Mr Moulder"

Her expression was as serene as ever as she turned to do the butler’s orders

Megs glanced at Moulder

He looked nearly as surprised as she "I’ to alress up the stairs was slow but uneventful Strange that she’d spent years hating the Ghost, wishing only for his death--and now she wished just as s bit her lip In the ain, soht now all she wanted was for Godric to be well

When they finally hting his pale brow Megs watched as Moulder helped Godric sit on a wooden chair; then he disappeared into the dressing room Godric plucked at his blood-streaked shirt and she roused herself, quickly crossing to the chair where he sat

"Here, letthe shirt

It had stuck to his back and she kneould hurt terribly when reers, unable toher hair

"Megs," he whispered, and she realized di her nickname