CHAPTER FOURTEENA storm broke with extraordinary violence.
The thunder was deafening and the lightning in sharp piercing flashes through c****s in the walls of the hut illuminated the interior revealing Alec lying with bandaged eyes beside the smoky fire.
Vivian, shivering under her blankets, was wondering if the roof would stand the torrential sleet.
Every now and then she was forced to move her position so that the dripping water did not splash her. She knew that Alec was not asleep and that he was in continual pain.
She had prepared their scanty supper and had forced him to eat, putting everything into his hands as if he was a child.
Only now when they had said ‘goodnight’, could she begin to think of what he must have suffered the whole long day in the glare and brilliance of the
