Now completely appeased and delighted, the petite Cici bounded down the stone steps to greet her mother, as Reginald moved up beside the Earl.

"Captain," Richford said, softly. "I fear that we are most surely doomed."

"Aye, my lord, it would appear so."

The Earl sighed--a heavy, defeated sound. "Is there not some deadly border war nearby that requires me personal attention?" he asked, hopefully.

"Not that I am aware of, my lord."

Richford watched as the procession moved through the gate and began to throng the courtyard, below. "Hmm," he said, thoughtfully. "Well, perhaps if we left quickly, we might soon start one, eh?"

Reginald smiled. "There be always that chance, my lord."

From the courtyard, sweet Cici was bellowing for Richford to come down and greet his new mother-in-law.

"Then for the love of god, captain, have our horses saddled quickly," the Earl said, a rare, wide smile brightening his weathered face. "There be not a moment to lose!"