"Yet he came."
She patted my cheek with her hand.
"That was a deed which you need never be shamed of, Master Ormerod, and you shall win free to safety, whatever it may be or wherever, if Robert and I have any wits between us."
"But, granny," protested Juggins, "he is a rebel. He has just landed from France on a mission against the Crown."
"A rebel! Against the Crown?"
Her eyes flared.
"Tut! A likely tale! And what if he has? Is he not an Ormerod? His father's son!"
She wheeled around upon me.
"Your father was Sidney Ormerod!"
"Yes," I assented dazedly.