“So do I,” Laetitia said fervently and sent up a little prayer that it might be Kyril.
*
When the heat of the day had passed and the shadows grew a little longer, she said goodbye to Fräulein Sobieski and re-saddling Kaho set off again in the direction of The Castle.
As she drew near to it, she thought that it looked very magnificent standing high above the valley with the mountains behind it.
There was a road leading up to it which zigzagged to make the gradient easier for the horses and, as she looked at it, she saw that only a hundred feet below The Castle itself, there was what she had prayed would be there.
It was a gypsy encampment set up on a flat piece of ground which had always been used by different tribes in the past.
It was a small plateau with steep cliffs above and belo
