It had none of the lust or passion of their usual kisses behind it, but it left Matthias feeling as though his spacious bed chamber was suddenly rather too small. “We should begin preparing for Chalk Field,” he said as he rose from the bed. “I’ll have ?mer bring coffee and find the pistols.”
* * * * *
Nick allowed himself a shiver as he stepped down from Matthias’ coach. One shiver, at least, was surely allowed, since neither Esmond nor his seconds had arrived yet. It wasn’t terribly cold, but damp and very foggy, causing the misty, early morning Chalk Fields to seem quite surreal. It would be a very strange place to die indeed, if that’s what was to happen this morning. If that didn’t warrant a shiver or two, Nick didn’t know what did.