He moved back to her, unclasped his cloak at the neck, reaching half of it around and over her. ‘There’s something I must show you, love. Come, it is but a little further.’
He knew that after a performance, if she was not rehearsing for the next day, all she wanted was to go back to their lodgings in Sheere Lane and sleep. His urgency moved her, though. She sighed, but set off.
Coke glanced back. Trailing them by twenty yards, as wet as a dog on a chase, was Dickon. Yet no weather concerned the boy as long as he was near his captain. Especially now, as he had shared what he planned to do with the lad, who loved Sarah near as much as he. Dickon stuck both thumbs up and grinned. Even in the rain, something sparkled on one digit’s end.
They turned, stepping out of the slight shelter of Cur
