Chapter Eight'You cannot continue to call me Lieutenant Baldivere,' my handsome officer said with a smile. 'My Christian name is David; you must call me that now.'
I curtseyed my thanks, determined that all should be well between us and a trifle apprehensive lest my lieutenant be scared off once he realised that I was only an inn-keeper's daughter and he was an officer who held the king's commission.
'David it is,' I said. 'Thank you, sir.'
'Come, Sarah,' he put emphasis on my name as if to show me that he wished us to be on such familiar terms, 'we are to be man and wife. We should not have to thank each other for such inconsiderable trifles as using our given names.'
I curtseyed again. We stood outside the Horse Head with a cold wind lifting the tops off the waves in Chale Bay and a
