Chapter 5

“Do you like it? I’m quite fond. The blacksmith who crafted it for me is a genius.” The young lord opened a small box under the seat. “Ale?”

Without waiting for an affirmative, Maitland handed Dex a brown bottle, the cap gemmed with frost. “All the comforts of home, and able to travel almost ninety miles in a single afternoon. With no horses to feed. Of course, when it breaks down, it’s not such a simple matter.” Maitland chuckled nervously, eying Dex over the mouth of his bottle before taking a long swallow.

“Can we skip the getting to know you? What is it you want, my lord?” Dex settled himself into the bench, ignoring the proffered drink.

“All right,” Maitland said. He kicked his long legs up onto Dex’s bench, leaving the doctor sharing the seat with a finely crafted pair of boots, dusty from London’s street. “I’d hoped to make this somewhat painless, but as you wish.”

“There is no way I could possibly be at ease—”