She had no intention of saying anything more to him, but merely rode on as quickly as she could.
It took them only a little over half an hour to come in sight of The Priory.
The monks who had built it had chosen a perfect site of a piece of raised land that had a wood behind it to protect the building from the winter winds.
As was traditional, it was a long building of white stone and it gleamed like a gem against a green velvet background.
In front was a stream that the monks had fished in and it was there that Darcy and Rolfe had rowed small boats and swum in the summer.
The nearer Zarina rode towards it, the more beautiful it looked.
‘How can he bear to part with anything that is so perfect?’ she asked herself.
Now, as they drew a little closer, they saw that there were a number
