“Miss Fairbairn, do you play?” Edward asked. “I think Ermengarde can scrounge up a second lute if you would like.”
“I don't play the lute, never could figure out the bloody thing out. I play the penny whistle.”
“Works just as well,” said Edward. Do you know this tune? He began to play the first few bars of “The Winster Gallop”. Fairbairn caught on and took her took her penny whistle to her mouth. The two began to play and room was given for Mr. Henderson to perform. The tavern patrons began to clap in time, stomping their feet. As soon as he got the beat, Mr. Henderson began to start his somersets. He threw himself up into the air; his heels flashing in the firelight and landed with surprising grace the crowd cheered.