Chapter 5Despite feeling very self-conscious as to why he had been honoured with the invitation, Jacob found relief at the idea of quitting the social constraints of town life for a few hours before the rest of polite Bath had risen for the day.
He had half expected there to be no note at all from Mr. Fforde or at best, a brief polite missive of cancellation, having given the matter a second thought. But to his surprise, the directions had been delivered promptly as promised.
At break of dawn, Sebastian met him at the stables and had already picked out a suitable and stolid mount for Jacob’s height and disposition. His own horse, Gypsy, was a lightly built, nervy little mare that looked like she had a turn of speed. As soon as Sebastian was mounted, they looked as one, joined at the sadd
