Flight to the Past

Chapter 5

One of the penalties of being affianced to Anne-Marie, was the obligation to
escort her to various boring social events. The very first occasion that I met
Lady Helen Hammond, was at a wedding where she was a bridesmaid. I had once
again, managed to escape from the festivities, and was taking a breather in the
stable yard enjoying the peace and quiet after the loud music and endless social
chatter. When out of the corner of my eye, I saw the very beautiful lady Hammond
approach me.

She walked briskly towards me, holding her dress up to avoid it getting soiled
in the muck of the stable yard. Helen looked stunning in her white bridesmaid
dress, Her face was flushed, and her lips slightly parted. She had lovely soft
brown hair and an almost perfect figure From her demeanour, I sensed that she
was obviously very excited or nervous, she smiled as she approached me.
"Ah here you are my Lord, once again escaping the festivities, you naughty man."
I replied "Aye my lady, and now it becomes much more pleasant, with your
charming company:"

It almost seemed she had been running as her breath came quickly and rather
ragged. I froze slightly when Helen stopping in front of me, and placed her hand
quite boldly but gently on my groin. Helen's eyes never left me as she leaned
forward then put her lips to mine and using her free hand started to unbutton my
breeches and then quite brazenly and gently pulled out my hard cock.
"What are you doing my Lady? I asked in shock as I pulled back.Her behaviour was
far more forward than any lady of quality dare in this age.
"The truth my Lord is I want you my. I want you to give me a baby as my husband
can not. Anne-Marie gives us her blessing."

All I could think of, was that this was not the place as other people could come
out into the yard. Then I heard a noise from the stables, a horse whinnying, the
ideal place I thought to fuck one of Anne-Maries best friends. I struggled to
pull my breeches up past my knees as we hobbled to the nearby stable. I dropped
her to a pile of straw in a vacant stall Helen reached up and grabbed the base
of my dick with a death grip. Her little hand could not wrap completely around
but her grip held me in place. Helen smiled up at me
"Wow" she said if Anne-Marie don't ever want you Anthony dear, I will have you
any time."

Helen seemed to be studying my cock, intently. My cock was dark purple in colour
in her tight grip and a dollop of precum was forming at the tip. Finally Helen
looked up at me and said with a slight drunken slur.

"You are so big." I had no response to that, so I just nodded my head.
Helen returned her gaze back to my penis. I watched in awe when her tongue
flicked out of her mouth and scooped the precum off the tip. I gave an audible
gasp at the sensation as it struck me and my fingers of their own accord
tightened in Helen's soft brown hair.

Helen slowly took the head of my penis between her lips, stretching her mouth
wide. It was incredibly hot and wet. Helen did not slide her mouth up and down
my shaft Instead she ran her tongue around the head. It felt good but I wanted
more of my penis in her mouth. She obviously lacked the experience of her friend
Anne-Marie Then Helen started sucking, even with just the head in her mouth, her
mouth seemed stretched to extreme. Her cheeks hollowed as Helen increased
suction around the tip. Still the need to push deeper in her mouth was
overwhelming. That is when I decided to take a hand, and with my hands still
gripping her hair, I pushed my hips forward. At first, I was not very forceful
and only a half inch more of my cock slipped past her lips. Helen was resisting
further intrusion, causing me great pleasure. It was a chain reaction, the
harder Helen resisted me the harder I pushed and the deeper I got.

To my mind Helen had never looked more beautiful than she did with me trying to
cram my cock down her throat. As hard as I was trying though, I barely had two
inches in her mouth. As it was her mouth looked impossibly stretched.
My orgasm started to boil and when Helen looked up at me, I started to spurt.
"Oh Helen!" was all that I could moan as I let loose.

I not sure if Helen tried to retreat from my cock, my hands were straining to
pull her face even closer to my groin. The orgasm shattered my brain, each spurt
of my juices through my spine sending me to oblivion. I felt Helen swallow each
spurt I was giving her. It was a wonderful feeling.

My senses slowly returned to me, yet Helen continued to milk the last drops from
my spent cock. Finally, I released my fingers from her hair. She gingerly slid
her lips off my cock, causing another tremor to hit my body.

Helen gave a drunken giggle and lost her balance and sprawled on to her back...
I was ready to laugh, until I realized that Helen was now spread eagled in front
of me. Her legs were wide apart and I could see her white cotton underwear.
In a flash I had lifted her white bridesmaids dress and I was between Helen's
legs and my still hard cock was pushing against her wet bloomers in an instant.
I kissed her on the neck and ears. I continued to push against her panties
covered pussy while I bit her neck and nibbled her ear, for a short time.
Then Helen said, "Your are a joy my Lord a real joy for any maiden."

While she spoke her hands were busy removing her panties to clear my entry, they
also guided my cock to her wet hole. Even just the tip sliding inside of Helen's
entrance was amazing. So warm and wet, not to mention incredibly tight.
Instincts over- took me and I continued to press my hips forward. Helen's pussy
was tighter than her mouth, but gave way much easier to penetration. She was
panting and moaning so loud in my ear that I could hear little else.
Instead of slowing me down her moaning and panting spurred me on. Helen's pussy
gradually stretched to fit all of me. My only concern at the time was to relieve
my self the burden of my orgasm. It did not take long before I started shooting
again. I pushed myself as deep as I could, spraying the depth of Helen's love
tunnel. She yelled at me not to pull out.

" My lady it is yours, you have it all!" I told her Both Helen and I were
breathing heavily with my thick cock still deep in her stretched pussy. I was
not finished though, I began to once again slide back and forth inside her.
Helen was trying to help me her arms were tight round my neck and her satin
encased legs were locked around my back, as I continued to slowly pound as deep
as I could.

Helen's eyes were shut, her body started to shake, her back was arching against
me, giving me better access to continue. I wanted to please this lovely woman,
and I was taking my time to give us both maximum pleasure. Helen's vagina
muscles were grabbing my cock tightly, and I could feel my whole length in as
deep into her as I could.

I grabbed Helen's limp legs and pulled them on my chest. I leaned forward,
resting my weight against her thighs and for the first time I reached for
Helen's covered breasts. I could feel her nipples poking into my palms through
her bridesmaids dress...

Helen was intense, it was obvious now that she was really enjoying things. Her
head moved from side to side, her hair plastered with perspiration across her
face. The moans coming from her lips with each stroke inside her, was more than
I ever dreamed of. Then she stopped moving under me as her body tensed for a
moment and then relaxed and then tensed back up. I knew that she had orgasmed
and that encouraged me. My orgasm started to build in me, unlike before when my
body just reacted. My slow pace was no longer enough, and I again began to pump
my cock faster into her. That is when I came again for the third time, a jolt of
pleasure went through me, and I flopped on the hay to recover.

I was still gasping for breath when she bent over me and started kissing my face
softly, whispering,
"You lovely man Thank you. I hope that tonight you have put me with child and
given my husband an heir."
Her legs were still pinned beneath me when I took Helen's face in my hands. My
soft penis was still trapped in her cum filled pussy, held by Helen's pussy
muscles. It was some time later that we dressed and went back to the
festivities.

Two weeks later I was informed by Anne-Marie that we had been invited for a
holiday with Lord and Lady Hammond. This was a bit awkward for me with the
amount of work that I had to cope with. I did however, get agreement that Emily
Roper my business manager who would keep me supplied with documentation by
courier on a daily basis that needed my attention during my stay with the
Hammonds.

My previous encounter with the then unknown to me Lady Hammond in the stables,
had left me unprepared for meeting the real life Lady Hammond. The formal
hostess, and the friend of my affianced Anne-Marie. She was not the randy
flighty lady I had first thought, but a mature sensible very talented lady, who
I quickly grew to admire. She was not physically a large lady, in fact she was
quite petite, she had beautiful hazel coloured eyes, and a figure that must have
been the envy of any woman, but above all she had a large heart and a warm
personality, and she was a lady who one could soon come to feel genuine
admiration and affection for...

I had always suspected that our encounter in the stables was not just a chance
meeting but had been carefully pre-planned, at least by her, with Anne-Maries
knowledge. She was not, I soon found not naturally promiscuous, but rather I
would describe her as a lady with an ageing husband who desperately needed an
heir to their large and prosperous estate, before he departed this world, which
would not be long in coming. Having met Lord Hammond I soon gathered that much
as he tried he was physically past the days when he could fully satisfy his
wife's needs and the chance that he could produce an heir were fading fast.
I soon realised that his Lordship was not a fool, he was I am sure fully aware
of the reason for our prolonged stay under his roof. Although Helen Hammond and
Anne Marie had been close friends from an early age, our extended visit was out
of character of their previous friendship. Anne-Marie aware of her friends need,
was doing her best by making me available to her best friend in her hour of
need.

Anne-Marie meanwhile was avoiding any discussion on the reason for our visit and
while she deliberately and obviously made time for me to service her friend, she
would not ever discuss the matter with me, even when I tactfully tried to
mention the subject. Anne-Marie had become quite possessive recently, and while
in these days it was more or less accepted that a gentleman could get away with
numerous affairs, and keeping several mistresses, ladies themselves must remain
virtuous, or be seen to be virtuous by society at large. To me at this time, it
was a real measure of her real friendship for her best friend.

The first and last time it happened at her home was when Anne-Marie had gone
riding and Lord Hammond was having his afternoon siesta. I was relaxing and
going through some papers about the Curzon street Brothels; Just reading about
these wonderfully prosperous establishments keeping me somewhat excited and was
making me a little randy. I had been thinking about one of the charming young
housemaids who had shown an interest in me since our arrival, and I was sure was
easily available should I require her.

But suddenly in my hour of need Lady Helen Hammond appeared at the entrance to
my bedchamber, she was wearing a silk negligee which amounted to very little and
somehow I was in no doubt of the reason for her appearance. All thoughts of the
amorous housemaid disappeared as I gazed at this beautiful vision.
I jumped to my feet and bowed "My Lady what a pleasure"
I gasped as for a brief moment I was embarrassed.
She smiled and sat on the edge of my bed.

"My Lord I wish with your approval to renew our most recent acquaintance - you
left me with many unfulfilled desires and so for a few hours we find ourselves
with time to renew our acquaintance in more congenial circumstances."
As she spoke she moved over to the bed lying back with her hands clasped behind
her head, just gazing up at me. She laughed with a tinge of nervousness as she
looked at the delighted yet surprised expression on my face. As her words sunk
in, I moved towards her and she gave a light tinkle laugh and lowered her legs
to the floor. Reaching her I pulled her negligee open, and I bent my head and
sucked hard on her nipples. Her shoulders began to tremble as she held my head
tight against her breasts.

Her nipples were red and hard. I loved the way she looked. I thought that she
was about to speak
"Hush," I told her even though, she hadn't as yet said anything.

I pulled her closer and tighter to me, arms wrapping around her body. She held
me moaning slightly as I made love to both breasts. As my hand went down her
body and cupped her most private part Lady Helen's trembling became more
pronounced and soft sighs and whimpers escaped from her lips. Her knees gave
out, but I caught her in my arms and lowered us both to the bed. I held her
tight as my heart beat against her breasts.

We remained on the bed as a summer storm began to rage outside. Swaying trees,
booming thunder and arrow sharp lightening flashed mirroring our passion, which
like the storm built and built. She glanced up into my eyes with a look that
told me exactly what she wanted. She reached up to me, put her soft arms around
my neck and pulled my face to hers, my lips to hers as our bodies merged and
melted together. I tasted her lips again as our tongues were like snakes as they
explored each others mouths.

My lips locked on hers. Neither of us said another word to each other now. Only
passion and lust was pulsing in our veins. It was an unspoken hunger between us,
which had awakened between us. I pulled away for a moment gasping for air, she
had me that worked up. Her eyes were bright and very large now as she looked up
into my face. Even with a dark almost black sky from the storm outside me could
see the fire in her eyes.

"My Lady!" I whispered
"Hush," she softly sighed using my own words.
She pulled me down completely harder on top of her. I knew she cold feel the
outline of my hard cock pressing against her hard pelvis, as I lay between her
open legs. Wrapped in each other's arms, we lowered ourselves completely on to
the bed now.

As I lay between her open thighs, the skirt of her negligee had moved up around
her stomach leaving her most private parts entirely bare.
As huge trees swayed from the strong wind outside and, the rain beat so hard
against the windows of the house I was sure it was hailing. For a brief moment a
slight worry crossed my mind as I wondered how Anne-Marie was coping in the
weather. But more pressing things were crossing my mind and eliminating the
anxiety that I briefly felt. She raised herself to remove her negligee as I too
took the opportunity to rid myself of my remaining clothes throwing them on the
floor.

Now completely nude she moaned, and I knew that that she could feel my cock
pressing against her wet vagina. I asked her if she wanted it inside her she
whispered the word
"Yes!" As she did I placed the swollen purple cock head at the centre of her
love tunnel.

Helen moaned again, 'Do it My Lord. But gently!" And as she spoke she lifted her
hips to make it easier for me to insert it.
I did!
As the storm grew more violent with each minute that passed our passion grew
white hot. No fear of our partners knowing what we were doing now, was even
considered. Nor did we care at that moment if they were sitting in the room
watching us. Nothing was going to stop us from allowing each other to enjoy the
other person's body. Lost somewhere between lust and passion the rhythms of sex
began for both of us. There were soft cries of pleasure and louder moans and
sighs of lust as our bodies merged and then pulled back only to merge again!
feeling the intense enjoyment that only comes from good sex. It was hard to get
inside her. She felt like I was tearing her apart, as I pushed. I went slowly
and she told me I wasn't hurting her. I pushed more into her.

As I penetrated Helen body completely with my cock, lightening flashed so bright
it seemed like it had hit the house. The loud sound of thunder made me jump. The
strike was very, very close as I embedded her now completely with my cock! As I
did, Helen arched her back and lifted her hips and buttocks up off the bed
again, which lifted us both up off the bed. Seconds later as she climaxed and
screamed as her body began to cum and flood her vagina with her warm wetness of
cum.

"OH YES!" was all she said as she arched us up off the bed again and again!
Helen began to go wild under me cumming and climaxing unlike any recent
experience of mine.
I wasn't far behind. My body thrust deep into her and as she lifted her legs and
locked them around me, she held me tightly inside her. I held her and whispered
in her ear that I was going to cum too. She moaned and squeezed me even tighter,
as she told me to fill her with love. I had no choice I was already cumming now
pumping the first shot of my first load of warm wet sperm deep inside her womb.
As the thunder boomed and lightening flashed all around us now, I could feel
Helen's heart beating as her body touched mine, her breath was coming in in
short gasps. Her body actions told me she was nearing a climax, she rolled her
head and moaned as climax after climax wracked her body, she rolled around,
almost throwing me off her as her passion mounted.

My mouth was wet and hot on her breasts, nipples and on her throat and shoulders
as I kissed, licked and sucked on any place I could reach. I could feel my body
beginning to react, as my own conclusion came nearer and nearer as she held me
deep inside her body. My lips moved to hers, our tongues intertwining. As almost
as one, we gave our juices to the other We had shared our bodies together for
the second time and it had been fantastic, nothing like our brief time in the
stables.

As we lay on the bed with Helen under me, and the storm raging outside she held
me tightly and told me not to move. We both felt the wonderful feeling of our
sex locked together. Her vagina held my cock tight and deep and it was
wonderful.
I don't know how long we stayed that way but soon I felt her moving. Rotating
her hips and softly telling me she had to move.

I could sense that she was feeling that exquisite tension swelling inside her
again as was I. At first it was slower than the previous ones. With slow even
motions now she began to rock her lower body round in small circles. They began
to grow wider and faster as she started to orgasm again! With my cock still
three-quarters hard she moved faster and even faster and then when I didn't
think she could move any faster under me she did! Still faster she arched her
back and cried out with an animal sound from deep inside her throat! Then she
achieved another climax. This one was the best yet! Again now with even more
rapid thrusting of her hips up into me as her orgasm grew! It swelled throughout
her entire being and made her scream out as her body reached the peak and she
achieved a level of pleasure she had never known before.

I met her cries of passion with my own orgasm and pumped more cum into her
squeezing love tunnel Like the thunder and lightening outside we joined together
again and climaxed almost in unison. For an untold time we held each other not
moving.

My cock was as deep inside Lady Hammonds body as far as I could possibly get it.
She held me with her arms and legs wrapped tightly around my body. Locked in
this embrace we lost the storm, our spouses, and the world. We lost everything
but each other. We were both drained.

She told me, "Oh My Lord! I can't do this again. Anne Marie is my friend and I
feel as though I am betraying her trust. My feelings for you my lord are far too
deep. I must not be unfaithful and I hope that today you made the baby my
husband and I need. I had to come to you! This is too good and I dare not risk
feeling this way with thee again. You feel so good!"

Her Lord and master was old and I knew that after our days so passionate and
successful love making she would not dare to risk another meeting with me while
he lived and I too had to maintain my relationship with Anne-Marie, not for any
sentimentality but I knew she was the bait that that would bring my quarry to
me. My desire for revenge was well on track and this brief affair had been
nothing but a diversion. xxxxxxxx After my exit to Zanzibar where I fell in with
the Hon Roger Winslow again, I joined him in his slave running activities but I
was soon sickened by the cruelty and unnecessary deaths of slaves all brought
about by greed. I was frantically seeking a way out of this sordid occupation
when by chance I happened to save the life of one Mohammad a brother of the
Sultan and ruler of Zanzibar and Oman.

He insisted in presenting me to his brother the Sultan, and I quite quickly
became a close friend of the Royal Family. It was Mohammad who like many Arabs,
detested the unnecessary suffering and waste caused by the slave trade, who
invited me to join their ventures in the merchandising of spices silks and
precious gems. Roger Winslow and I parted company on bad terms My new ventures
were moderately successful, but the turning point came when I managed to buy in
an ex French naval frigate at a good price, and converted her to being a fast
running lightly armed carrier which with her spread of sail and design, could
out sail any Arab dhow or any pirate, and increase our share of the market. This
ship increased our profits enormously and extended our markets into Europe. In
no time we had both become wealthy men. After a time, I had become extremely
wealthy in my own right and I now owned seven of these converted sloops and
frigates.

Whilst living in Zanzibar I lived alone with a housekeeper and a housemaid.
Although I detested slavery the only type of housemaid I could get, would have
to be a slave. So I reluctantly agreed, but made it clear that any slave we
bought had to be treated fairly. I had been told by the housekeeper that she had
bought a young girl cheaply for the housework, and at first I did not pay much
attention, but I saw glimpses of her as she passed the door of the dining room,
or sometimes I caught glimpses of her in the kitchen yard. I got the impression
that she was deliberately avoiding me, as she would scuttle away as soon as I
came into her view. I became increasingly intrigued with this flitting young
girl, who was quite black in colour and dressed in a thin cotton dress. She was
not as far as I could tell beautiful in the classic sense but exuded a special
something that attracted me.

Not wishing to be too obvious, I decided to visit her one night after the
housekeeper had retired, and so I went to the attic where I knew she slept. I
crept up on her quietly and I realised she was sobbing. I raised my candle so
that I could see better. At first all I saw was a bundle lying on the floor then
I recognized the cotton dress hanging on the wall and on an old mattress lying
on the floor. I saw her hiding under a thin dirty blanket.
I crouched down beside her and said quietly "What is the matter girl?"
"I'm frightened of the dark massa." she replied.
"I have a candle here so there is no need to be frightened "

As I spoke I put my arm round her to lift her up and she moaned and cried
"Don't hurt master. I'll do what you want."
As I lifted her the blanket fell off and I saw that her back was covered in
scars. They were deep scars that indicated that she had been consistently beaten
and burned badly.
"No man want me now massa, don't want girl with bad back. That's why I'se cheap
at auction"

I was filled with a deep hatred of whoever could do this to any other human
being. The more I looked, I could see that many of the scars had putrefied and
were not yet healed,, even walking must have been agony for her. I lifted her
carefully and carried her to my bedroom and called a friend of mine who was a
doctor. He was not as horrified as I had been.
" I can have a fair guess who would do this." he told me. It's a sort of game
they play just for fun."

He went into detail that I would not dare repeat, but the name of the person he
mentioned, was my old compatriot The Hon Roger Winslow. This was eventually
confirmed by the girl Jammarree herself. Over the following weeks she told me
how her mother and sister had been raped continuously by Winslow and his friends
and the seaman on the slave ship, when they had tired of them they had tossed
them overboard alive to feed the sharks.

He had kept Jammarree for himself as she was the prettiest, and had frequently
raped her and lent her to friends for sex while he watched. They would
frequently beat her just for the pleasure of it. Recently however, he had
acquired some new girls and tiring of her he had sold her on through the slave
auction. She was young enough and pretty enough to attract attention until
prospective buyers saw her back, and then they would usually quickly pull out of
the bidding.

My housekeeper did not approve of my keeping her in my bedroom, although it was
some three weeks before we became intimate.

When she was better she took over the duties of the housekeeper, the previous
housekeeper had left in disgust. It was not possible for me to marry her,
because of my title and mixed marriages were just not tolerated in this day, but
there was no doubt that we were deeply in love and she went with me everywhere,
although I soon became very much an outcast with the white community. This did
not bother me and with my Arab connections my prosperity grew rapidly.

Eventually I had to return home on the death of my father, I wanted to bring
Jammarree with me, but she felt that she could not stand the climate or being a
lone black in a white community. I gave her, her freedom and a sufficient income
to return to her home or to make such arrangements as she desired. She was happy
with this arrangement, and I vowed that if possible I would eventually return to
her, this had been my firm intention when I arrived in England and still was.
Two weeks after our visit to Lady Hammond our official engagement party had been
planned by Anne-Maries father. This was a very grand affair and was attended by
everyone in the county who was somebody. It also included many dignitaries from
the City. I was not a great socialiser but this was a necessity which had to be
faced. The house was full of guests who were stopping overnight or longer and
many had been lodged with other local gentry or local hostelries.

The night was in full swing and the fiddles were playing and everyone was paying
court to Anne - Marie and myself offering their congratulations. The time came
when the official announcement was to be made by his Lordship, Anne- Marie was
hanging on my arm and was bubbling, she loved being in the limelight, and this
was an occasion which she had always dreamed about.

The night had been traumatic, Lady Hammond had arrived and she looked absolutely
lovely. I was now increasingly convinced that I was indeed in love with her. I
was in a state of excitrment just seeing her again. She was accompanied by her
husband who greeted me warmly, but Lady Hammond was glowing. Anne Marie told me
later that her friend was in fact pregnant and if that was the case it must have
been I concluded from our first meeting in the stable.

His Lordship Anne Maries father was just in the middle of his announcement when
their was an interruption in the doorway and in the doorway stood a disheveled
muddy and smelly Hon Roger Winslow. He was dirty and travel stained and
extremely livid. I could have a good guess at the reason because I had made sure
that when I took possession of his family home, that instructions were given
that he could not be re-admitted and must be forcibly ejected if necessary. The
tenants of the estate had never liked him and it seemed that they had enjoyed
the job of forcibly evicting him by way of a dung heap, or so I learned later.
He strolled across the room towards me his fist raised shouting words to the
effect that I had stolen his land and home, and now I had also stolen his
fianc?. I stood my ground but Anne-Marie wasted no time in greeting him.
"I have no wish to marry a slaver and a murderer and especially a pauper, be
gone with you."

I had to restrain Anne-Marie from striking him, he in turn was so incensed that
he raised his hand towards Anne-Marie and I had to intervene, I caught and held
his arm, and by that time several house servants had arrived and carried him
away without any assistance from myself.

Now I realised that their was no point in me carrying on with the charade with
Anne-Marie. I knew Roger Winslow would not be far away from her or me, and I
knew that Anne-Marie would never make me a good wife. She could not be faithful
to any man for long and I had no illusions on that score. I knew that my dear
Lady Helen Hammond was the lady I loved and it was obvious to me that she would
be widowed in a short time and that she was also carrying my child.
I spoke quietly to Anne-Maries father and asked him to cancel tonight's event
until Anne-Marie's feelings were made clear, and we could make an announcement
unsullied by the type of interruption we had experienced this evening.
Anne-Marie was furious with me, she wanted to continue and I in turn decided I
had a good enough excuse to return home that night with my valet and groom.
I made my apologies to everyone and as I was about to leave I found Helen at my
elbow. She said.

"Dear man I am so sorry. I hope that I was in no way the cause" I smiled down at
her
"Do not be dear lady - it is you that I love and only you. I will wait until the
day comes that you and I can marry. It would be wrong of me to marry Anne-Marie
if my feelings for you are so strong."
She was embarrassed by my remarks and blushed.
"Dear man - do you know that I carry your child? "
" Yes I do - Anne-Marie told me earlier. I am delighted."

It was a slow arduous journey home and we had only been abed for about one hour
when their was a hammering on the door that woke the whole house. A few minutes
later a clergyman was brought to my rooms.
"I am the Rev Hapgood. My Lord and I carry a message from the captain of the
Mohammad II which docked yesterday in Bristol.
He sent me ahead to tell you that your ex slave Jammarree will be arriving on
the morrow by coach from Bristol..."
I was stunned and yet pleased that Jammarree was safe. I had the Rev Hapgood
given a room until I returned and assured him I would journey to Lichfield to
fetch her.