William glanced around the interior of the carriage. "Where's Bodicea gone?"
Tamara shrugged lightly. "I haven't a clue. You know the ghosts, William. They come and go as they please. As long as they appear when there's danger about, I'm not going to begrudge them their travels. You might check the driver's seat, though. Bodicea and Farris were carrying on a bit earlier, while you slept."
Her brother's eyes widened. "I'm sorry, Bodicea and Farris?"
She smiled. Tamara was just as taken aback as William by the idea that their proper butler might share a good laugh with the ghost of a naked woman - a queen, in point of fact - and be as comfortable as he would have been serving tea.
"We're lucky to have him, Will," she said. "That's one of the first lessons we've had to learn, isn't it? Being Protectors of Albion might be our legacy, but it isn't one we can fulfill without help. Not just from the ghosts and allies like Nigel, but from good, decent people who provide us
