So, as Blondin and Blondini bustled their way into the warm, snug Saloon Bar of The Jolly Roger, they missed the sight of the coach stopping at the side of the building and it's passengers step quickly through the Guest's Entrance and follow the Landlady upstairs to the main bedchamber: the Grand Panjoram, the Lord Invincible Kabell and his slave-girl, Columbine threw off their travelling coats and made themselves comfortable while the Landlady took their orders for supper, drinks and treats and hurried downstairs to the kitchen – it wasn't every day the Grand Panjoram visited and the Landlord was delighted to hear that the Lord and his entourage (slave-girl, valet, coachman and factotum) would all be staying the night and requiring food and drinks; he rubbed his hands together gleefully and told his wife to let the guests know that there would soon be entertainment in the Saloon, a pair of wandering minstrels had arrived and after they had eaten would be performing; the valet, coachman and general factotum played a hand of rummy while they waited for their supper, but the Lord Invincible enjoyed the milieu of wayside inns and though he undoubtedly cherished the company of his current slave-girl, there was plenty of time for the kind of pleasure she represented, and he betook himself down to the Saloon where in happy surprise he met two of his neighbours and fell in to their conversation which delighted him, as they were both unrivalled gossips and had all sorts of news and information on the comings and goings of many mutual friends and acquaintances; some time later, while Blondin and Blondini were performing and receiving good responses from the crowd, who had packed into the Inn as an alternative to being cold and damp outside, a mixture of locals and travellers, a number of whom made special requests, most of which the duo could accommodate, neither the singer nor her accompanist noticed at first the veiled girl who sat by Kabell, for she was not the only slave-girl in the room and as all dressed much the same, and all were veiled, none stood out particularly from the rest; but when Blondini began to sing that favourite ballad, her eye was caught by chance by a movement which was one of the slave-girls holding her veil slightly away from her face and he saw . . . . . and was nonplussed; his voice seemed to vanish in the smoke and the heat from the large open fire, the constant murmur of low level conversation among the patrons, and the shadows which moved about the walls; she felt faint, but was rescued by Blondin executing a quick segue into a lively polka, and a few of the younger couples even started to dance at the less crowded end of the room; it took a few deep breaths before Blondini was able to whisper to Blondin: "that's Columbine, the slave-girl with the fat, bearded geezer dressed like a Magistrate," and Blondini was able to reply, "I overheard some talk of him earlier, he's the Grand Panjoram, the Lord Invincible Kabell, quite a big-shot landowner in this area, can you manage to sing again now?" and when Blondini nodded, Blondin swung back into their regular routine; and as she sang, Blondini's eyes never left Columbine's veiled face!