The carriage driver quickly jumped down from his high wooden seat. He hurried over and pulled the carriage door wide open for them.
Damon held Camilla steady by keeping a firm hand on her waist. He reached out his other hand toward the driver. He offered the man her delicate shoes and her small silk reticule.
"Please, sir," Damon said. His voice was polite but carried a clear, commanding authority. "Could you help me keep this carefully in the carriage?"
The driver quickly nodded his head, eager to please the powerful General.
"Yes, My Lord," the man replied. He carefully took the items from Damon's large hand. He leaned inside the carriage and placed the shoes and the purse neatly on the soft velvet seat.
Outside, Camilla was trapped in a very tight space.
