Chapter SevenIt did not take long for Filipa to ride home.
She rode straight across country, moving not too fast for fear it would spoil her mother’s gown.
The sleepy stable boy she had woken had not seemed at all surprised at her appearance.
She thought a little wryly that after the clothes worn by the Pretty Horse-Breakers, nothing would seem peculiar.
She did not look back as she rode away from the house.
She felt that if she did so, she would not be able to help returning so that she could see the Marquis just once again.
All the time she was riding Skylark she felt a pain in her heart as if it was an open wound.
Never, she thought, would she be able to love anyone else in the same way or feel when he kissed her that she was riding in the sky.
It would be impossible for any oth
