“Already! Where are we going to sleep?”
“Up there!”
He pointed to a steep hill that was set sheer above the valley.
“Go on with the mules, Nicholas.”
Nicholas rode on, smiling.
“What’s that building on the hump?”
“The Museum.”
“I wonder why they put the inn so far away.”
“It isn’t really very far, not many minutes from here. But the way’s pretty steep. Now then, Rosamund!”
They set their horses to the task. Nicholas and the mules were out of sight. A bend of the little track had hidden them.