It all seems so strangely familiar.

I follow the scent of a savory aroma and find myself in a spacious kitchen. The kind servant who greeted me earlier is here and a gentleman is scowling at me with disaproval.

"I must thank you for leaving me these lovely garments. I was soaked to the skin I shall be most obliged to you. I also will require a dry shelter for my horse Dobin, and if you have a harpsicord or fiddle handy I should practice on it. It is a few weeks since my last concert and if you have anykind of keyboard it might need tuneing.

"Well there is a harpsicorde in the library and it could use a good tuneing. The stable is just on the other sife of the terrace. This lady is a good friend of Eleanor's", she says. That is streaching it quite a bit, I think to myself.