By the time I had once more got myself under control and climbed the stairs to my room, Tommy was coming down, his kitbag balanced on his shoulder.
“On the double, if you please, Mr Sayer.” He chuckled as I raced past him.
I finished folding my clothes, placed them in my carpetbag, penned a brief thank you note to Sir Bertram and Lady Dinah for allowing me to stay in their lovely home, and said a hasty goodbye to the servants who’d been so kind to me. Then I hurried to the stables, where the horses were saddled and waiting. I added my bag to the rest of our gear that was packed on the little donkey’s back, and swung up onto George. I’d promised him a gallop, after all, although that would have to wait until after we’d left the city behind.
The journey passed, now in companionable silenc
