'We are all either old or young,' remarked Mistress Keziah drily.
As Marion tied on her hood Zacchary appeared at the door. His wrinkled face lighted up at the sight of his 'little maid.'
'Come here, Zacchary,' said Mistress Keziah.
The old groom stepped awkwardly forward. He was always at a loss what to do with his feet, save in the stable yard or on the box. His fingers tugged at his hair.
'Mistress Marion and Simone wish to take a walk in the town, Zacchary. You are to follow them close behind. If they enter any house or shop, wait.'
Zacchary nodded.
'There is no need to say anything in the kitchen, Zacchary,' said Marion.
Zacchary pulled his hat from under his arm.
'Her told me' (with a look at Simone), ''twas to go down along. There hain't no call to go to the kitchen. Here a be.'
'You understand, Zacchary, that should you at any time be questioned as to the doings of your mistress while in Exeter, you know nothing.'