A red-headed brigand – he must be Red Jacques - poked his head into the stables and inquired if Monsieur would care for an omelette? - Mlle. Charlotte ordered one to be prepared for her immediately. Where was she? - She was personally packing her saddlebags, and she was in a hurry to set out on her journey. Antoine strolled to the entrance tower, and, to occupy himself, idly estimated the width of the base. Charlotte emerged from the main entrance and headed back to the stables.
Antoine intercepted her. “Is your horse even trained?”
Charlotte grimaced in annoyance. “Do you think my mother would tolerate an uncontrollable horse in the household?”
“Are you certain you want to take you beloved horse on an arduous journey across France?”
“She likes to travel.”
“I bet she has enough sense
