You spend the rest of the night meeting with your Steward, who has some understanding of these matters. It seems that, since you lack an heir, your death would lead to the lands under your control reverting to the Count. It does seem to be a strong motive, and combined with the confession, you are convinced your liege lord has made an attempt on your life.
The next morning comes, and you awake to find that the man is lingering on, though feverish. Your best medical practitioner in town cannot say if he will live or die.
You revise your note to the Duke, slightly, asking that your audience be granted as quickly as possible. You also write to Sirs Denton and Percival, asking for their council immediately. At your Steward's behest, you don't write any allegations on paper, but you make it clear that you desperately need to speak with them. Given the season, you wonder if they will be able to make it to your lands quickly at all.
You gather the townsfolk the next day, and tell them of the attempt on your life. They seem aghast that someone would attempt to harm their lord, and ten young men come forward as new recruits for the militia.
You spend the next few days asking amongst the miners if there had been any recent developments in their former liege's lands before their rebellion. However, you do not seem to find any evidence of foul play. Their former lord was a horrible man, cruel to his people, and the uprising seems to have been simply in response to his depredations.
After a week, the attacker seems to be hanging on. His fever ha broken, and his wound is starting to heal, although he will never use his arms again. You keep him locked up in the barracks, fed and alive, for later use.
With that being done with, and your letters on their way, what would you like to do in February, the month of your 22nd birthday?