Chapter 17If by sheer will power, Patrick could have made the ship go faster, it would be speeding through the skies. But as dusk, then night fell, it seemed the ship’s captain reduced the speed of his vessel to flying impossibly slowly.
He and Emrys were travelling as husband and wife, with Jim as their footman. Emrys’ hair was hidden inside a large, but sensible grey hat, held securely with a multitude of pins and combs that weren’t all for decoration. His friend’s matching dress was also quite plain, but eminently suitable for travel, and he’d teamed the outfit with pink, low-heeled boots, gloves, and purse that dangled at his wrist.
“If he goes any more slowly, the ship will be going backwards.” Patrick growled directly into Emrys’ ear.
“It can’t be helped. First that storm, now vis
