CHAPTER FIVEKistna was laughing at something Peregrine had said as the three of them rode back through the Park towards the Abbey.
It was nearly luncheon time and Kistna had begun to feel hungry even though she disliked knowing that their ride had come to an end.
It was a joy that was inexpressible to know that every morning she could ride the Marquis’s magnificent horses. And with him.
Today they had gone further than usual and had raced each other on a flat stretch of land that was over a mile long.
It was inevitable that the Marquis should win, but Kistna managed to beat Peregrine by a short head and he congratulated her.
“Who would have thought that that miserable girl who looked like a lamppost,” he said teasingly, “and had ridden nothing better than an Indian donkey should dare
