“Just a little – a very little – ” she whispered, looking up into the brilliance of the full moon.
But when she returned to where the rest of the gypsies were sitting, she told herself that she was asking the impossible and that the Marquis was as far out of reach as the moon itself.
Ula could never remember afterwards how long it was before they reached the County in which she had been born.
Something within her responded immediately to the rows of fruit trees and the undulating countryside with the River Avon silver as a moonbeam moving through it.
The gypsies assured her it was no trouble to take her to the small village where she had lived with her father and mother.
“It’s on our way,” they said, “and we’ll wait until we’re certain you have somebody to stay with before we leave. I
