The horses were travelling quickly, but not as quickly as they had done on the outward journey. Yet it still seemed to Lalitha to be very fast after the lumbering of the overladen stagecoach.
There was no longer the smell, the heat and the close proximity of the passengers.
There was a wind in her face and something like a wild elation in her heart.
There was no need for words.
She could only feel that once again Lord Rothwyn had taken her out of a deep dark dungeon into a blazing light and she was blinded by it.
They were held up while a herd of cows that had obviously been to a farm to be milked crossed the road back to the fields.
“You are all right?” Lord Rothwyn asked.
“Yes – quite all – right.”
Her misery had vanished, everything seemed light and wonderful.
She was beside hi
