My lord made his leg, and watched the heavy vehicle move forward and roll away down the street. Then with a stifled sigh he turned and walked towards the stables. His servant saw him coming and went at once to meet him.

“The mare, sir?”

“As you say, Jim⁠—the mare. In an hour.”

He turned and would have strolled back.

“Sir⁠—your honour!”

He paused, looking over his shoulder.

“Well?”

“They’re on the lookout, sir. Best be careful.”

“They always are, Jim. But thanks.”

“Ye⁠—ye wouldn’t take me with ye, sir?” pleadingly.