‘I have to go on,’ he determined.
Yet he felt that it was impossible for his feet to carry him any further.
He tried to move and groaned again.
A refreshing hand was then laid on his forehead and a moment later something damp and cool.
“Go to sleep, you are quite safe and no one shall hurt you.”
It was the same musical voice that he had heard before.
Somehow it was reassuring, almost as if his mother was speaking.
Lord Kenyon then felt himself slipping away as if he was carried on a cloud.
*
When Lord Kenyon awoke again, he had the feeling that he had been asleep for a long, long time.
He opened his eyes.
He saw that he was in a room that he had never seen before.
It was not the stony hilltop that had been in his dreams and he lay wondering hazily where he was and why.
Then th
