The panic grew intense. The sun lost its orange glow and soon retained an onyx black. Subject to the darkness as a result of the growing eclipse, the blood-red sky sent its ominous message across, depositing rigid fear in the hearts of all and sundry.
The darkness soon took over completely and the uproar increased...
"Good gracious!"
"What does this mean?"
"Is this how we get to die?"
"Somebody save us!"
In that instant, no one person could see the other. Husbands had gotten separated from their spouses, while mothers grew increasingly desperate to see their daughters who they felt were trapped within the enormous walls of the Castle.
Among such mothers was Lady Osborn who could not hold back her anxiety.
"Mr Graylock! Mr Graylock! For heaven's sake! Tell me that you are close by. Give me a sign. Say something. Oh God! Coming here was a grave mistake," said Lady Osborn to no one in particular.
She had long been separated from Mr Graylock.
