Mrs. Morgan looked over the three children with great care. “You’re all unharmed then?”
They nodded together. From habit, Emmaline recited their tale. “Yes. Uncle Dylan and Martin found me in the stable, and Donovan was right behind them. M-M-Merlan was not able to capture him when I began to scream, and Angela made off with Charlotte while he was going to steal a horse and carry me off.”
“Praise the Lord. I hadn’t given too much credence to the reports of them sneaking around. I should have taken more note. Well, all’s well that ends well, I suppose. Come…we’re in need of some hot chocolate and sweet buns, aren’t we? To celebrate that this misadventure is nearing its resolution.”