Epilogue
Terminus, 27 December 1871
“Well, I never would have thought it suitable to celebrate Christmas on December 27.” Sniff.
Fiona and her father exchanged exasperated and amused glances in the back of the steamcart. Margie Telfair seemed to have recovered her normal—that was to say, irritable—humor upon returning home. They’d found the dirigible moored in a large cavern on the other side of the Mouse Hall, as Fiona thought of it, and Henry Davidson’s team had spent the rest of Christmas Eve night ferrying everyone back to Terminus. Fiona had insisted on being last, not least of which was so she could help and spend more time with Devon.
She didn’t kid herself that he’d be hailed the hero of the rescue even though Davidson’s team had done most of the work. As had she. And she had n
