Patsy sighed regretfully if only this were olden times she would not be dreading to find Arden now and the man she was seeking there. The tinker caught the sigh and looked over at her with a puzzled frown. "Tired?" he asked, laconically. "Aye, a bit heart-tired," she agreed, "and I'm wishing Arden was still a good seven miles away."
"I am tired but not mind-tired, heart-tired, spirit-tired as I once was. My elbows ache and there's a raw place on my shoulder, but it's an honorable scar and I'll wear it. And I sleep, O Philidor, I never knew the luxury of sleep such as mine." "I don't want you to be ill." "I can do my share," she finished steadily, "if Stella can."