CHAPTER TWOThe hounds were running hard and Gisela, feeling the crisp morning air with a touch of frost in it on her cheeks, felt as if she flew on wings after them.
Her horse carried her well and they galloped over the rough ground, taking several small fences in their stride.
Then, leaving a large wood on their left, they took to the open ground with the hounds baying ahead and the pink coats of the whippers-in making a vivid splash of colour against the blue of the sky.
As always when she was hunting, Gisela forgot everything but the thrill of the chase. A wild excitement seemed to mount within her heart with every stride her horse took.
Soon the majority of the field were left behind and only the most fleet and those who were more daring than the rest remained in the running. It wa
