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Katrina's hand flew to her mouth as the door opened. The driver stuck his head in through the door and she felt dizzy with relief.

"Everything all right in here ma'am?" He glanced down at Ichabod and raised an eyebrow. A long bleeding gash ran across his right cheek. Katrina nodded and laid Ichabod down on the floor of the wagon and stood, crouching to get out. The driver kindly helped her down. Looking around, she tried to figure out what had happened.

The driver kindly explained, "We had a bit of a raid, but I took care of it." He nodded towards a gagged figure tied to the wheel of the wagon. Elizabeth looked at the man and shook her head.

"I hope this trip wasn't any trouble due to us." She said. The driver chuckled.

"No ma'am, it's quite an honor, and if raiders want to come, let them come. I can take care of them easily. And Young Masbeth is quite the fighter. Young man is tough." He said. The young man popped his head up over the wagon and saluted Katrina, a big grin on his young face. She smiled and nodded to him.

"Thank you, young Masbeth." She said, and smiling again at the driver, she carefully got back into the carriage. The driver grinned at Masbeth and the young man grinned back. Together they hauled the raider onto the top of the carriage with the luggage, where Masbeth sat the whole trip except when the driver, who young Masbeth came to know as Samuel, was teaching him how to drive the horse team and carriage.

Samuel seemed to take a liking to young Masbeth, and often let him sit with him in the drivers seat while he taught him this and that about driving the team.

Inside the carriage however, was a different matter. Ichabod believed he was going crazy, but said nothing to Katrina. He sat the rest of the way to London silently looking out the window and keeping to himself. He refused to talk about why he had fainted as well.

Katrina was very worried. Ichabod wouldn't even speak to her, and she felt as though she had done something wrong. When they arrived in London, he checked them into their hotel rooms, one for them and one for young Masbeth, and went to a small hotel wetbar. Katrina went alone to their room and helped Masbeth unpack next door.

She heated herself a bath and relaxed joyously. Her hair had been dirty for almost a week, and she was in heaven as she cleaned and brushed it in the bath. That taken care of she laid back to relax. The steam billowed silently around her and a shadow passed over her window. Paying no heed, she closed her eyes and rested.

Ichabod sat alone in the hotels bar, drinking some kind of club soda that he didnt recognize, but liked the taste of. He kept thinking about the night he saw the horseman. Am I losing my mind? he thought to himself as he took another sip of his drink, Or is the horseman really back...