He tried to seem grateful, but he cried when he was alone with Tasia and she held him close in her arms trying to comfort him.
There was still no news of the horses by the time they had changed and come down for dinner.
It was the quietest and saddest meal Tasia had eaten since she had arrived at Linsdale Court.
The boys were tired and miserable that the horses had not yet been recovered and the Earl, like them, found it difficult to think of anything else.
It was Peter, who eventually made the conversation more interesting by piping up,
“We were all willing you to find out exactly what had happened to us, Papa, as Tasia told us the Indians do.”
The Earl looked at Tasia in surprise.
“Do you know about thought transference?”
“Yes, of course,” replied Tasia. “I have read about it and
