atience need have had no fears that she would not awaken in good time next morning, for the sun had barely crept above the horizon when she was roused by a small body climbing into bed and nestling alongside her.
‘I thought I dreamed that you had come,’ said a little voice in her ear. ‘I’m so glad it is true.’
Patience sat up in bed and straightened her nightcap, feeling a little confused for a moment before she remembered where she was.
‘Good morning, Timothy,’ she said, smiling at him warmly. ‘I am glad ’tis true also. I have to leave very early, I am afraid, so I must get dressed. Perhaps if Maria agrees, you could walk down to the inn and wave to me as I go off in the coach.’
‘But I do not want you to go.’
‘’Tis only for a short time, I promise. I will soon be back to make my home here with you and Maria and your mama.’
He still looked mutinous. ‘Yes, but do you have to leave now?’
‘I am afraid so, for I have only the clothes I stand up in, and must collect all my belongings. Do you not have any friends to play with here?’
‘I am not allowed to play with other children,’ said Timothy gloomily, resting his chin on his hands. ‘I always get into trouble.’
‘That is because your mama does not wish you to mix with children who are not of your own class,’ explained Patience, buttoning her dress and dragging a comb through her hair. ‘Mayhap there will be suitable playmates for you one day.’
He sighed despondently.
‘I hope so. I am not happy. Everyone is so cross.’
Patience pushed her few belongings into her cloak bag, then dropped it and gave him a quick hug.
‘We will have great fun together, I promise you,’ she said, and was rewarded by his rare smile.
Patience did not see Lady Costain before she left, which was hardly surprising as milady had not returne