“Why did you stay?”
“I did not think that they could enter the garden, my lord, and I waited for your lordship—escape is easy, my lord, by the lane beyond the stables.”
Lord Stair put his hand to his head.
“Can you get this woman to Lumley’s?”
“There are the horses, my lord—if we could carry her.”
Lord Stair was gazing at his house, flaring, flaming into the sky. He turned and helped the man to carry Delia down the garden.
“Put her on one horse, mount behind. Take with you a couple of the others.”
“Ah, my lord, quick. I see figures entering the garden.”
Lord Stair motioned to the man to begone.
“Go ahead and acquaint Lumley of my approach.”