Chapter SevenLavina wanted to go riding.
She hesitated over whether or not she should wear the habit Katherine had given her.
Then she asked herself what did it matter what she looked like?
She would meet nobody on her ride and her father would not notice if she had come down in sackcloth.
She walked round to the stables to find that the old groom who had been with them for years had her horse ready.
She had always been proud of “Swallow”.
But there was no use pretending he was anything like “Rufus” or any of the other horses belonging to the Marquis.
All she really wanted at the moment was to get away by herself and think.
She rode into the Park and, passing under the trees, made for the woods.
She had loved the woods ever since she was a child.
She had believed there were elves
