CHAPTER SEVENLouisa lost track of time. She only knew that the journey seemed to go on for ever and then suddenly they stopped. Roderick pulled back the blanket.
“We are here, my dearest,” he said, reaching out to help her down with both hands.
She was intolerably stiff and almost fell, clinging to him.
“Where are we?” she asked, looking around.
It was still totally dark, but from somewhere very close she heard the sound of a Church bell, striking one o’clock.
“We cannot have come very far,” she said, puzzled.
“This is my father’s Church in Lark Hatton,” Simon said. “There’s a curate’s cottage here that is empty at the moment. Nobody will think of looking for you so close to home and you can hide here until the hue and cry dies down and I can move you on.”
Through the trees they cou
