He won't be back until afternoon." I hurried past her back to the stable.

Black Lamoral was saddled, and Diccon held the stirrup for me to mount.
"Good luck with the vermin, sir!" he said.

"I wish I were going, too." His tone was sullen, yet wistful.

I knew that he loved danger as I loved it, and a sudden remembrance of the dangers we had faced together brought us nearer to each other than we had been for many a day.
"I don't take you," I explained, "because I have need of you here.
Master Sparrow has gone to watch beside a dying man, and will not be back for hours.

As for myself, there's no telling how long I may be kept.