“Yes. And the country, too.”
“Are there any roads?”
“Well, anyway, they’ve been there, and that’s what they say. And some of them. That Bill Adams fellow in my watch. He was there for five years, and he said it was hell.”
“What was he doing?”
“Working in the tobacco fields.”
“As a slave?”
“No. A redemptioner.”
“Kidnapped?”
“No. Transported.”
“I think we’d better wait till we see Virginia for ourselves. This is my plan, Edward. We had better do this, I think. I’ll explain things to Howard, and get him to give Stukeley a place.”