I dressed quickly and stepped into a pair of half-boots, then ran down the stairs, buttoning my shirt as I went. A young stableboy was waiting in the Great Hall, gazing around him with obvious awe.
David frowned at him. “I thought you were told to wait in the kitchen.”
“Aye, sir. I’m sorry, sir. But none of us has ever been in the Hall, an’ I wanted to take a peek.” He stared with enormous eyes at the suit of armour that stood guard in a corner.
“Jack!” I called his attention to me. “How’s Beauty?”
“She’s doing well, sir. Mr Ruston says to make sure I tell you that.” He was unable to tear his gaze away from the armour as he gave me his message. “But if you wants to be in at the birth, you’re to get your arse…” The boy turned fiery red and then went pale. “Oooh, I’m that sorry, sir.”