“Weel, Zofia, where are you from?” Doreen asked as the coach dipped to one side, jostling all of them as the coachman climbed up into the driver's box. “That coach of yours is quite unusual.”
“It's borrowed, actually,” Zofia said. “I've just come from Restormell Castle. I've finished working there for Lord Stephen.”
This got a flutter of lashes and an “oh my” from Doreen. “And you are heading for Ravenwood now for business, or pleasure?”
“I've gained employment at Dark Castle, for the count,” Zofia explained.
“Really? How wonderful!” Doreen said, unable to hold in her enthusiasm as she sucked in her lower lip while blinking as though quite astonished and at the same time impressed. “In what position, may I ask, my dear?”
With the sound of a whistle and the snap of a whip, the diligenc
