Hugh scratched his chin. “About five footmen are roaming somewhere about the castle, but they are not fighters.”
“They don’t need to fight,” Lash remarked. “They only need to look as though they can.”
“How unfortunate we are short a gardener,” Isla muttered.
Hugh groaned. “Do not start, lass, I beg you.”
Lash shook his head at them, looking to Ross. The man had a pained expression on his face. “So, three of us and nine servants.”
Ross nodded. “Twelve in total.”
“Thirteen,” Isla corrected.
Lash nodded. “Good, let us go and bring Honoria back.”
