Chapter FourIt was a misty evening with a promise of rain and the small wood seemed dark and drear.
Lord Corbury however was in high spirits and Fenella could not help thinking he looked a romantic figure with his black mask and a black silk handkerchief lying on his chest ready to be pulled up over his chin.
“What do you wager we will take in our first haul?” he asked.
“If they are carrying many valuables, they will undoubtedly do their best to protect them,” Fenella replied.
“Still afraid that I shall have a piece of lead blown through me?” he asked mockingly.
“I am sure that having survived the war your luck will remain proverbial,” she replied. But she wished she felt a little more optimistic in herself.
It seemed to her a really foolhardy adventure with nothing planned, with no
