CHAPTER 8“So you think I make a good guide?”
“Much too good. You made me feel as if I was back in the fourteenth century.”
“And you didn’t like it?”
His tone was light and teasing. She let her own answer it.
“Not a bit.”
They came up into the daylight, and she exclaimed.
“I’ve got some of that horrible slime on my hands. I must wash!”
He held up his own, which were a good deal worse.
“I ought to have warned you not to touch anything. Look here, I’ll get clean, and then I’ll go along and see if Allegra is dressed. She ought to be by now.”
When Ione had washed and been thankful that the water was just as hot this morning as it had been last night, she went to her room. It had been done and left in perfect order, but to her annoyed surprise it was not empty. Margot Trent was there, s
