“Very dangerous,” Valora agreed. “And of course, now there is a price on his head. Papa was away when he was dismissed and, when he returned, I begged him to do something to help Mr. Travers. But by then it was too late. Lord Mount had notified the Magistrates and the Military were told to arrest him.”
“Which would mean he would be hanged on a gibbet at the crossroads.”
“I don’t think he would mind very much,” Valora replied. “He loved his wife, who was a very sweet person and he misses her badly.”
The Duke did not reply, for at that moment he saw the village green ahead of them.
There was the inn they expected, but very much smaller and more dilapidated than the one they had breakfasted at or another where they had stopped for bread and cheese later in the day.
Just for a moment the
