Chapter Twenty-Three
Kneeling down, Reath brushed her hair away and cradled Sara’s sweet, innocent face in his hands. His heart pounded in his chest.
Was she dead? No, she could not be. He laid a hand on her chest and felt the rise and fall of her breathing. He then felt along her limbs to make sure that nothing was broken.
He heard Huntley, Fungy, and Lady Huntley scrambling over the wall.
“Is she all right?” Lady Huntley said, coming nearer.
“Took that wall at top speed,” Fungy commented.
“There is nothing broken that I can tell,” Reath said.
Sara opened her eyes and peered up him. “My... my horse slipped,” she whispered.
“Yes. I tried to warn you, but you must not have heard me,” he said gently.
She tried to nod, but at the slightest movement she winced with pain.
“Where does
