CHAPTER SEVENLeaving Bobby, the Priory and Sir Michael behind her, Ravina trotted back to Curbishley Hall along the main road.
She wanted to reach home as fast as she could.
“That is the only reason I am using the road,” she firmly told herself. “I am certainly not scared of the woods. Bobby is trying to frighten me with his warnings.”
She urged Sweetie into a faster trot.
“I am really disappointed in him. He is as bad as his Aunt Beatrice was all those years ago, telling me ghost stories about the Priory to punish me when I was naughty.”
She refused to pay any attention to Bobby’s silly remarks. The woods, although still enticing as the sun set behind the hills, would have to wait for another day.
Once or twice, she turned in her saddle, sure she could hear hoof beats on the road be
