CHAPTER THIRTY
When at last I reached the barn, darkness had swallowed every corner; not a glimmer of light could be found. Yet amid the gloom came the faint and pitiful whinny of a horse. My feet, guided more by instinct than sight, carried me in that direction — and there I found George. He turned towards me, a mischievous smile playing upon his lips. “I thought you had changed your mind,” he said softly, “it appears the princess possesses a rather untamed spirit after all.” We busied ourselves with the horse, soothing it with gentle pats and whispered words. “How shall we pass the guards?” I asked in a low tone. “They are all fast asleep, thanks to your uncle’s intervention,” he replied curtly. My curiosity was piqued. “And how — or why — would he assist us?” George gave a quiet laugh. “My lady,
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