“You remember, John?”
“Yes, sir.” John was holding the mare in readiness for Prudence.
She came to him, and took the bridle. She had very little doubt of her destination now. “You’ll keep Robin safe, John?”
“Ay, trust me, mistress.”
The twinkle crept up. “What, will you leave me to the large gentleman?”
“I will,” said John, and exerted himself to say more. “And I’d not wish you in better hands, Miss Prue. You’ll do as he says, and come to no harm. Up with you!”
She put her foot into his hand, and was flung up into the saddle. Beside her Sir Anthony sat the roan again.
“Good luck to you, sir,” John said. “You don’t need to fret over Master Robin, mistress.”
“Get him away tonight,” Sir Anthony said, and reached down his hand. “It was a good rough and tumble, John.”
John flushed unwontedly, and after a moment’s hesitation gripped the outstretched hand. “It was, sir. Goodbye, sir.”