Chapter TwoWhen they left the Mission the next morning, Atayla could hardly believe that it was really happening.
She supposed it was because she was still weak from her wound and the fever that had followed it that she found it difficult to grasp that so much was taking place so quickly.
And yet she had thought afterwards that, while she was at the villa, she had been quite efficient.
After the Comtesse had given her orders for the packing to be done and Felicity had left them, Atayla had said hesitatingly,
“I think, Madame, I should go downstairs and tell Father Ignatius that I am to leave him tomorrow and also that Lady Felicity will come back with me tonight to the Mission.”
“Yes, of course,” the Comtesse agreed, “and, while you are away, I will try to think of anything else you w
