CHAPTER FIVEDuring the night the snow clouds had vanished over the frozen Yorkshire countryside and the moon swam up into the midnight sky as the temperature fell fast to below zero.
Jasmina awoke to a world hanging in a multitude of icicles, glittering brilliant white outside her window.
She could hear dogs barking and the sound of sheep in the clear crystal air.
A knock at the door heralded a little maid with big brown eyes wearing a bright blue dress and white apron.
The pleated cap on her frizzy brown hair looked as if it was perched precariously on her head with the use of many hairgrips. She could have been no more than twelve years of age.
She was carrying a heavy brass coal-scuttle almost as big as herself and her face was scarlet from the effort.
She dropped a bob curtsy whe
