At length the landlord came.

She summoned her woman, and bade her follow by post on the morrow.

The landlord she rewarded with a ring worth twenty times the value of the service, and was led by him through a side door into the innyard.
Here she found three horses, one equipped with the pillion on which she was to ride behind a burly stableboy.

The other two were mounted by a couple of stalwart and well-armed men, one of whom carried a funnel-mouthed musketoon with a swagger that promised prodigies of valour.
Wrapped in her cloak, she mounted behind the stable-boy, and bade him set out and take the road to Denham.

Her dream was at an end.
Master Quinn, the landlord, watched her departure with eyes that were charged with doubt and concern.