‘That is a brave new world I will never make Papa understand,’ she surmised as the carriage moved a little more quickly.
Then, when she thought of the grey hair and the faltering steps of Sir Ewen, she felt herself shiver.
The fear was back in her heart.
The carriage was now moving even more quickly because the road was smoother and, as they drove along the coast for a short while, she could see the sea.
Then she had a glimpse, when she was still half-a-mile away, of the Castle.
She had thought ever since she was a child it was the most romantic Castle she had ever seen.
Now with the sun shining on its high turrets and glittering on the sea beneath it, it looked almost unreal – as if the scene had stepped out of Fairyland.
As the road turned inland they passed through a small villag
