“If we are somehow successful in reaching the stables without being caught, how do you suppose we commandeer a carriage without the stable boys knowing? And the servants? The guests?” He shook his head. “Damn it, Mary, we may have to leave on foot. We would never make it off the front drive before we are caught, drawn, and quartered.”
Her lilting laughter came from behind the screen, as well as a grunt and the shifting of fabric. “I have taken the liberty of arranging a curricle prepared.”
“But—” Gabe straightened, water dripping from his swollen chin. “How did you—?”
“Stevens.”
“Ah. But where are we to put our trunks? Curricles are not equipped with—”
“There are newer models, I assure you, that have compartments in the back for smaller trunks. If Lord and Lady Kerr do not have the newest model, we will simply have to put them by our feet or sit atop them. Come, Gabriel, use your imagination.”
He nodded in silent agreement and continued to clean his wounds. He would have to strip the cloth from the bed in order to bind his wounds, but such was fine with him, as he would not have to wait long before they reached an inn, where he could dress his wounds properly.
