‘I’m sure he’ll agree with me when he sees the state this poor boy is in. The most important thing is to get him bathed and treat his burns. He needs a good meal and a warm bed, and we’ll worry about the details when he’s settled in.’

Hester rolled her eyes. ‘I know better than to argue when you’re in this mood, Rosie.’ She turned to Tommy, who was eyeing her warily. ‘Now then, young man, you will come with me and we’ll see what we can do to make you more comfortable.’

‘Do as Lady Carey says, Tommy.’ Rosalind gave him a reassuring smile. ‘Nancy will tell you there’s nothing to fear, won’t you, Nancy?’

‘Yes, boy. I’ve been here a while now. The castle isn’t as scary as it looks when you first come here.’

‘Come along, Tommy. Don’t dawdle.’ Hester marched off with Tommy following somewhat reluctantly.

Rosalind turned to Nancy. ‘You’ll be able to show Tommy round when he’s feeling better. In the meantime I’ll order tea and cake, and you can help by putting your new clothes away. Molly took them to your room and I’m sure she’ll assist if you can’t manage.’

‘I can do it on my own, ma’am.’ Nancy headed for the doorway, stepping aside as Piers entered the room. She smiled shyly and scurried off, leaving the door to swing shut.

‘So was your trip to Exeter successful, my love?’ Piers went to stand by the fire. ‘I hope you didn’t get too chilled. It’s cold for the time of year.’

‘I’m fine, Piers. Please don’t fuss.’

He moved to the sofa and sat down beside her, placing his arm around her shoulders. ‘You’ll forgive me if I want to make sure that my wife and child are safe and well.’

‘Of course, but I am perfectly healthy, Piers.’ She twisted round to face him. ‘But there’s one thing I have to tell you. It’s nothing to do with me or my condition, it’s just that I saved a small climbing boy who was being badly treated by his master.’

‘Are you telling me you’ve brought him home with you, Rosie?’

‘He’s only nine or ten and even then he’s not sure how old he really is. You’ll understand when you see him, Piers. He’s being bathed as we speak, and Hester is treating his burns. The poor little fellow had run away from a terrible bully, and was intent on ending his life of misery in the river. What else could I do?’

Piers was silent for a moment, regarding her with a resigned expression. ‘I hope this isn’t going to happen every time you leave the house.’