Ch 38.2 After breakfast Darcy headed to the stables and climbed into the hayloft. He had played there a lot as a child. The head groom had kept him occupied brushing and currying the horses, and helping to muck out the stalls. He'd climbed around in the hayloft finding eggs that wayward chickens had laid. After his parents had died, he'd felt less lonely surrounded by the hay, and he imagined that the chickens did too, making their nests in hidey-holes between the bales.