CHAPTER TWOThe Duc de Roux, riding back towards his château, looked with satisfaction at his vines.
It was obvious that there was going to be a good harvest.
He knew that not only he but also the people who had worked so hard on them would be delighted.
He was riding one of his superlative horses, which he had bred himself and for which he was already a byword in France.
But still he was not satisfied.
He wanted more and better racehorses and he was quite certain that in that particular the Earl of Grateswoode could help him.
It was his dream that one day his horses would win not only in France but also in England and in any country as thrilled by horseflesh as he was.
On his last visit to Hungary he had learned a great deal he had not known before.
He thought that it would certain
