England, 1750

I met Mel, a charming and clever woman, in Scotland but she was a traveller like me. We rode together and as England drew closer, so did we. By way of conditions I am not at liberty to divulge, impregnation was a clear and easy impossibility for her - but far be it from a rabbit to let ideas like biology get in the way of breeding. A bit of divine magic helped create the literal miracle of childbirth.