“I am going to the galley,” he said.
He went to tell the Chinese cook that he and Thekla would be having their breakfast in their cabin.
“I bring,” the c******n said in his sing-song voice.
Drogo hurried back to Thekla.
She unlocked the door when he told her who was there and then he went in. She was dressed in her chemise and her petticoat.
She flung her arms round him saying,
“I have been so frightened. Terribly – frightened in case something is – wrong. Tell me what is happening. I must – know.”
“There is nothing wrong,” Drogo said quietly, “and I am just making certain that nothing will be. It is always better to be prepared.”
“Prepared against what?”
As Drogo did not answer, she clung to him closer saying,
“You cannot – think the Red Marchers are – trying to – take me back?”
