Finally, he said, "Yes, after the party on Saturday." You did not," said Marigold, her voice incredulous. "Thule, how do you even know Sveta?" I... uh... didn't before the party," Thule said unevenly. "Wait a second. How do you know her?" We... met," said Marigold. "It was a long time ago. I was fourteen or so."Thule noticed that Marigold seemed uncomfortable at the question. Before he could speak up, Dawn interrupted, worry clear on her face, "June's mother says she hasn't been home since. Seems pretty cool.” She glanced at me, a question dying on her lips, before she slowly slipped her shirt back over her head. Redressed, she looked at me for approval. I sat down on the opposite end of the couch, leaving the entire middle cushion between us. Resting my head on my hand, I stared in the opposite direction, trying to find the right words. Nothing came to me but to simply agree with her. “Yeah, it’s a shame.”Silence built up between us. I didn’t want to lecture her, I had. I don’t want to lose you.’ I saw a tear starting to run down Cindy’s cheek. She wrapped her arms around me and held onto me tightly. After a few seconds, she whispered into my ear. ‘I would never go anywere. I love you so much.’ With my hands on her firm hips, I kissed her just below her hear and then whispered, ‘Let’s eat.’ We sat down to eat. Cindy practically devoured the food on her plate, causing me to giggle a little. She looked up at me and laughed. It was nice to see her smile, to see. However, a day after the attempt at Caen Hill, Adjutant Frederick Bywaters arrived at the Anchor Inn. He had travelled from Devizes by express barge; the sixteen mile stretch between Devizes and Burbage allowed barges to make the journey in a good time, as there were no time consuming locks to navigate. An express barge, pulled by two horses which were changed half way along the stretch, could make the trip in less than two hours. Black Fred was in a black mood, especially as he had noticed.