So by the time the sun rose on the next day he was just one step away from being a miserable Vagabond again. He had lost two good horses for which he was responsible, and so all the livery stables and horse-brokers in Paris would be up in arms against him, which meant that selling Turk would be even more thoroughly impossible. So Jack would not get his money, and Turk would not get the life he deserved: eating good fodder and being fastidiously groomed in a spacious nobleman's stable, his only responsibility being to roger an endless procession of magnificent mares. Jack would not get his money, which meant he'd probably never even see his boys, as he couldn't bring himself to show up on their Aunt Maeve's doorstep empty-handed . . . all of Mary Dolores's brothers and cousins erupting to their feet to pursue him through East London with their shillelaghs . . .