He took a white napkin from the basket and spread it on the ground. In another piece of clean linen there were sandwiches made with pieces of meat between fresh baked bread thickly spread with butter.
There were two glasses and a bottle of wine.
“How did you get this?” she asked in surprise.
“I am asking you to share my supper.”
“Yours and Denzil’s. What about him?”
“He and Jake have ridden off to find food. It will not take them long and we should leave in about a quarter-of-an-hour.”
“Then there is an inn near here?”
“Why are you so curious?”
She blushed as if she was a child caught with her fingers in the jam pot.
“For no reason except that everything you do seems so mysterious.”
“What else could you expect?”
“There are so many questions I want to ask you.”
“Ask them, but I
