He had no money or influence here. The clothes on his back were ragged, his moccasins were worn, and he was skeletally thin from lack of food and walking. But he would sail on a ship bound for England even if he had to scrub the decks to pay his way.He was Reynaud St. Aubyn, the Viscount of Hope, and by God or the devil, he was going home.
~ Elizabeth Hoyt
