Even if he was told that Assaye had returned to The Castle riderless, he might not at first then understand what it implied. And next, if he did understand, Assaye would lead them straight to the old Mill!
How could the horse then lead them on to the Church? It would be taxing him far too high to play ‘hide-and-seek’ in a place he had never been to before.
But still she hoped and beneath her breath prayed for deliverance.
“Come on, hurry up!” Giles urged her impatiently.
“My skirt is entangled in my heel,” Verena answered him, stooping down and pretending to release the velvet hem of her habit.
“Never mind,” Giles said impatiently and, clutching her by the arm he dragged her up the Church path.
She knew that he was in a state of agitation. She could tell it by the tremor of his voice
