Gareth would have been surprised by the strange exchange between the two - who didn't want to get money? - but he was too occupied with not vomiting. That was always the problem: Once he did start feeling sick, the feeling sick made him feel even sicker.

Oh shit, they noticed. Despite looking pale and miserable, he nodded, not daring to speak.

The nod was the last push. He rose and banged the roof of the carriage. "Stop the carriage!" he shouted, and if the driver listened, Gareth flung the door open, stumbled out - but shit, the steps hadn't been prepared, so he fell down - and threw up.

If the carriage didn't stop... well, let's just say Gareth hoped Quentin had servants to do his cleaning for him.