Chapter 4
It was mid-afternoon when we arrived at the foot of the mountains. The highway continued on, but Reginald turned onto a side road, one not as well-maintained as the main road, and soon we were travelling along a dirt track which eventually became an open field nestled in a small valley.
Duchess was now walking, lowering her head every now and again to sniff the grass as if she were remembering how sweet and juicy it tasted.
On the far side of the field was an almost vertical slope, the top of which was capped with snow. As we drew nearer I could see the figure of girl doing what appeared to be calisthenics.
“Is that Rosamond?” I asked, ready to be shocked if the answer was in the affirmative.
“No, that’s not Rosamond,” Reginald replied. “That’s something other than a girl.”
