She saw Bridgeman out of the corner of her eye strolling over to the campfire, emitting an amused guffaw.
“Just what entertains you so, you old vagabond?” Topaz shouted over the crackling fire and the men's confused mutterings as they set up camp. “What manner of men are these that you brought me? They possess naught but cowardly swagger and loud mouths, which will be hungry come morn, no doubt.”
Bridgeman rubbed his hands and wriggled out of his doublet. It hit the sand with a soggy plop. “Men you wanted, Lady Topaz, and men you have got. They are the best Europe has to offer, strong men with bold hearts, each one worth four of Henry's men.” He touched her cheek. “Worry not, dear lady, I have not gotten to this age by poking at lions. Give our captain a good night's sleep on solid groun
