Kate held Trey as a footman from the carriage ran over to him.  "Hold on to me, Sir. I will help you." He picked Trey as he fell faint.<br/><br/>Kate was panting hard and followed the foot man.  Another footman laid the seat down to a bed. Kate waited for the men to exit the carriage.<br/><br/>She saw her father's driver, Peel, run over to the driver and took his place on top of the carriage. "Peel get us home and in a hurry. The man carried inside is my companion and protector.  He's ill and hurt.  I fear he wanted by assassins.  I will explain all when we get home. Please hurry. Let me know if we get into trouble. I fear there could be men waiting for us. "<br/><br/>Kate yelled to two guards, "Sirs, I need you to accompany us to manor of Lord Lyons."<br/><br/>She entered the carriage and quickly begin to remove Trey's coat, vest, and shirt. The mage took out witch-hazel and bandage from her satchel. She then cleaned up the wound and left it to heal. She noticed that Trey was out cold. She check his wrist as it pulsed rapidly. Kate placed her hand over his chest. His heart was racing. She covered Trey and herself with a blanket. She propped up against the carriage back and held Trey.<br/><br/>It was less than an hour when they arrived at the manor. Kate had one of the guards to carry Trey into the manor to her room. It was hours before he awoke. Kate was sitting in a chair next to the bed.<br/><br/>Her room was femininely decorated. The bed was a queen sized with a canopy of white lace. The furniture included antique dresser, a writing desk by the door with a small bookcase. There was large in fireplace across from the bed. The fireplace was flanked by two French doors. A door the left of the bed opened to dressing area and privy.<br/>Trey was surrounded by fluffy pink satin pillows. On the dresser were the packages of his clothes wrapped in brown parchment. He sees a large, white cat curled up at the foot of the bed.