After considerably more than an hour of searching, however, when Clara’s legs were tiring and her behind ached from its close proximity to the hard leather seat, she began to wish they’d dispensed with considerations of noise, unwieldiness and disruption and just taken Hildy’s autocarriage instead.
She refused either to give up or to slow down, however. As the dark and silent night went on, her concern for Cas grew steadily stronger, and she wouldn’t listen to Min’s complaints.
It was at the fourth—or was it fifth?—stop that they finally stumbled over Cas. Min had the job of scouting; sadly Cas was far from the only person in Eisenstadt reduced to seeking the dubious comforts of a park bench overnight, and Min alone of the three of them could look for Cas discreetly. Min flew on ahead; a
