CHAPTER SEVENAthina did not fall asleep at once.
She was going over in her mind everything that had happened day by day.
She felt as if they were all standing on the edge of a precipice.
Just one puff of wind would send them hurtling down into some dreadful depths that they would never be able to escape from.
‘What shall – we do? What can – we do?’
The very walls were repeating the words in her mind.
Then at last she fell asleep.
She was then dreaming that she was galloping with the Marquis over a field that had no end.
They galloped and galloped side by side.
Then she heard a little voice say,
“Aunt – Athina! I – want – you!”
Peter was standing by her bed,
He had left the door open and the light coming from the sconces in the corridor silhouetted his head.
“Peter!” Athina exc
