She rode alone, refusing to take a groom with her and, as she jumped the hedges that were so familiar, she found herself thinking of the high one that Magnus Fane had forbidden her to try.
Then she thought of the way that she had fallen off on the other side of it and how angry he had been with her.
‘Why should he have been so angry because I was disobeying him?’ she asked the wind.
She knew the answer and yet it seemed extraordinary that he should mind that she had risked her life or that she should have such an uncontrollable effect on him.
She could still feel his whip across her shoulders and the pain that his lips had given her.
‘I will not remember him, I will not!’ she swore.
Yet almost like a ghost walking behind her, he was with her when she went back to the house, when she
