And what was in those ships all three? -- “I Saw Three Ships” The air was cooler in the hallway, away from the pressing heat of too many people, too many candles, and too much hot food all crammed into the same space. Funny, how even a room the size of a village green could feel crammed with enough people stuffed into it. That wasn"t it, though, was it? It wasn"t the number of people or the smell of the food or the glare of the candles. It was the expression on Amy"s face when she had made that comment about being stranded in England. Richard couldn"t remember the exact phrasing of it, but the meaning had been clear enough. It was maddening to know what she wanted and to be incapable of doing anything at all about it. Only that wasn"t quite honest, was it? He could do something about it. That was the worst of it. In the back of his mind lurked the niggling possibility that if Amy really wanted to go back to France, it could be arranged. The only person who knew of her complicity in his escape was the Assistant to the Minister of Police, and he had since been retired to a private institution on the outskirts of Paris—for a rest, as the official report went.
