‘This is where we train,’ Signor Horatio explained, sweeping his hand round the courtyard. A row of rapiers, their tips capped with leather, lined one of the walls. A suit of battle-worn armour was mounted on a stand and, in one corner, a dummy stuffed with straw and barley hung from a beam like a convict from the gallows. ‘And in here,’ continued the sword master, opening a wooden door and showing them a dimly lit room with a long table, ‘is where we dine. And up there –’ he pointed to the galleries – ‘is where you can sleep.’

Jack exchanged a hopeful look with his friends. After their betrayal by Harold, the courtesy-man, it was refreshing and reassuring to meet someone genuinely on their side. Signor Horatio had invited them to stay at his premises until they located Jess and Sir Toby. Despite being desperate to start the search, Jack had accepted the offer. He realized that if he was to have any chance of overcoming Sir Toby, he needed the sword master’s rapier skills.

Signor Horatio planted his hands on his hips. ‘So, what do you think?’

Jack nodded enthusiastically. While it couldn’t compare to the Niten Ichi Ryū with its awe-inspiring Butokuden, its exquisitely decorated Hall of Butterflies, and its incense-infused Buddha Hall, Signor Horatio’s school boasted all the necessary facilities required to live and train under one roof. ‘It’s impressive,’ said Jack.

‘You’ve a fine collection of weapons,’ added Akiko, showing an interest in a long sword and heavy chain mace that were mounted next to the armour.

Signor Horatio beamed. ‘A student must learn to defend himself against a wide range of attacks. You can’t expect everyone to fight with a rapier!’

‘I see you’re an accomplished gardener too,’ remarked Yori, looking down the path at the flourishing plot to the rear. ‘May I explore? There might be some herbs that can help heal Jack’s wounds.’

‘But of course,’ replied Signor Horatio. ‘La mia casa è la tua casa!’

As Yori scampered off, Rose glanced round the deserted courtyard. ‘Where are all your students?’ she asked.

Signor Horatio’s beaming smile faltered. ‘Ah, well, you see … I’ve only been open for a few weeks … and it seems people are more interested in drinking beer and gambling than in learning the noble art of fencing.’ He took a deep breath and thrust out his chest. ‘But I am confident that my reputation will bring in students from far and wide.’

‘I’m sure it will,’ said Rose kindly. ‘But given England is at peace, I’m not surprised at the lack of interest.’