“You should have known I would not fail you,” the Marquis smiled.
But she knew even while he spoke so confidently that he too had suffered the same fears that had beset her. He too had been afraid that he might not be in time.
The horse came to a standstill and Perdita raised her head from the Marquis’s shoulder and looked around her.
To her astonishment they were at the Harbour. There was the lap of waves and the lights of fishing boats at their moorings.
The Marquis sprang from the saddle and lifted Perdita down. Close by she could see that a boat manned by British sailors was waiting for them.
Someone took the Marquis’s horse away as, with his arm around her, they walked a few steps along the jetty until there were hands to assist Perdita down into a small boat.
In a few seconds t
