CHAPTER TWOOleta was now returning home and riding through the woods.
She always made them the end of her ride because she loved them so much.
Ever since she had been a child these woods had meant more to her than any other part of the estate and she loved the beautiful flowers in the garden and the fountain that had goldfish swimming in it.
But most of all she loved the woods.
Now she could ride alone. This was something that she had insisted on and she went to the woods every day.
It was almost as if she knew that they were waiting for her.
She watched the little red squirrels climbing up the trees and the rabbits running about in the undergrowth.
In the very centre of the wood there was a large pool which she had always believed was magical.
In the summer it was surrounded by k
