CHAPTER FORTYWhen I opened my eyes, I thought I was blind, for everywhere was darkness. Spots danced in front of me, my head was thumping painfully, the singing in my ears grew and faded, but still I could not see.
Frightened and bewildered, I reached out and felt icy, wet grass under my fingers. I realized that I was freezing, and that I was outside. There were perhaps five seconds of pure, terrified panic before I remembered what had happened. István, enraged beyond endurance, had thrown me out of the cart and driven on.
I moved, struggling to sit up, and for several moments the dark world reeled again. I cried aloud in shock at the pain in my head, reaching instinctively for the source. It was unbearably tender, and my fingers came away sticky. I had hit my head on something when I ha
