'Sarah? Are you all right?' Charles was instant attention.
'Yes,' I said. 'Yes thank you.' I was not sure if I was or not. There were so many thoughts racing through my head that I was confused: I hoped that Mother was all right, yet I knew that to bring Charles back to the inn would be foolish indeed. On every occasion that the Volunteers, Militia or even the regular army had their silly soldier games, they used the Horse Head as a temporary base. It would be no different during the invasion. My home would be full of officers with their arrogance and braying accents, while their men would infest the surroundings, drinking, spitting, smoking and doing worse things that I can hardly bear to think of let alone write about.
I hoped that Mother was safe, yet I knew that if the End of all Thi
