Chapter 2The cab was being driven very slowly along the rough road. It smelt of mildew, old hay and decaying leather.
The horse went at its own pace, regardless of occasional flicks of the whip from the driver and repeated admonitions to “gee-hup”.
Dipa was asleep in Carina’s arms.
He had been dead tired long before they got out of the train and when, after a long delay, a cab was obtained to carry them to The Castle, Carina had lifted him onto the seat beside her and he had fallen immediately into the deep relaxed sleep of childhood.
Carina knew it was only the magic word ‘Lynche’ that had persuaded the Stationmaster at Moreton-in-the-Marsh to find a conveyance to carry them to The Castle at such a late hour.
The fact that he was genuinely impressed because they were visitors to The
