He laid out a little blanket, gave us a couple of pillows, and set about opening the wine. With everything out, he closed up the enormous canvas bag he’d transported everything in. “How…” I looked at all this stuff, which one person shouldn’t have been able to carry, and certainly not so quickly. “I’ll be close, miss, in case…you need anything.” He bowed. As he turned away, I heard, “Like mace.”
