Herberts leaned forward, peering into the darkness. “‘Ere now! Are ye there?” Still no movement or sound appeared. Herberts cupped a hand about his mouth and yelled, “‘M’lord! Are ye asleepin’?” A faint moan was heard; but nothing more. “Of all the lazy gents!” Herberts stuck his head into the door and eyed Marcus for a long moment. “There now, guv’nor! Do oiye need to shake ye awake?” Marcus forced himself to open his eyes, pressing a hand to his quavering stomach. He had to swallow twice to get the words past his clenched jaw. “Have we stopped moving?” Herberts chuckled. “Indeed we have, guv’nor!” The coachman stepped back and opened the door wider yet. “Out wid ye now!” Marcus managed to climb out without stumbling too badly. His entire body protested the sudden move and he was certain his face had a nice greenish tint as he stepped down the final stair. “Bloody hell,” he muttered, clutching the carriage door with both hands. The entire world seemed to be slowly moving, left to right and then, just as confusedly, right to left.
