She did not enter it the way she had done when the Marquis had followed her – then she had ridden along the path that went into the very centre of the wood.
Now she rode round outside the wood because she did not want to have to guide Atlas in the darkness.
She wanted to keep in the moonlight until she was near to the Chapel and could reach it easily.
Her well-trained horse would stay in the field and wait for her.
She found the place she had so often visited before.
Having tied the reins together over his neck, she left Atlas free to eat the grass, knowing he could not go far. She had only to whistle and then he would come galloping up to her.
“I will not be long,” she said as she patted his neck.
Then she walked into the wood.
She knew the way so well that even in the darkness s
