They reached the lychgate.
As they did so, they saw coming down the road the lights of Lord Locke’s carriage drawn by fine four horses.
Lord Locke with his arm around Gytha’s shoulders could feel her trembling against him.
The carriage came to a standstill and the footman jumped down from the box.
“Ride Hercules home, James,” he ordered. “Major Westington will show you the way.”
“Very good, my Lord.”
Lord Locke’s horse and Perry’s were still being held by Vincent’s groom, who was staring at them open-mouthed.
Perry opened the door of the carriage.
Lord Locke, having lifted Gytha in, stood outside and spoke to Perry in a low voice.
He was giving him, Gytha was sure, instructions.
She could not hear what they were and she had no wish to do so.
All she was thinking and feeling was
