We use cookies
When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Your cookies settings
Strictly cookie settingsAlways Active
CHAPTER SIX-2
But there was no one to be seen. Helsa hurried out of the West wing and towards the back of the house. There appeared to be no one about and she was sure that the footmen and even Mr. Martin were still outside seeing what they could of the steeplechase. She ran as fast as she could the quickest way to the stables. When she got there, she found, as she had expected, that every stall was empty except for Samson’s. He was looking, she felt, somewhat forlorn at being left behind. Because she had always looked after Golden Arrow herself, it was no trouble to saddle and bridle Samson. She then rode out of the stable yard without anyone realising that she had been there. She knew the country well and had ridden in every field and wood in which the steeplechase was now taking place. She t
- Writer
- chap_listContents
- likeADD
