Sir Francis leaves his men still sat round the main hearth of the tavern drinking and planning their latest move.
"I'll retire for bed and we'll reconvene in the morning, lads. Keep up the good work."
He pads silently to his room out of habit. The pistol primed and hidden under the folds of his voluminous nightgown. He stops on the landing, five or so yards from his room. There's a c***k of light coming from his room.
Someone is in there. That door is open.
Primed for combat he kicks opens the door and burst through the door, gun in hand.
There's a shriek from the bed as he sees the shape of a female clutching his bedspread round her. His mouth quirks onto a cynical smirk as he registers who his fair intruder might be."Mademoiselle de Chateauneuf, I believe?" he enquires mildly, th
