Then her common sense told her that soon they would be getting hungry.
When night came, trussed up as they were which prevented the blood from flowing freely, they would be very cold.
‘Please – God – please!’ she prayed in her heart, ‘how can You let this – happen to us?’
She could visualise all too clearly how by now the household would be beginning to wonder what had happened to them.
She had an idea that it was long after luncheontime and Harry would have returned from the river.
He would wait, wondering what they were doing and perhaps thinking that they had gone from the garden onto the moors.
Aloud she asked,
“How long do you think it will be before Harry wonders if something has happened to us?”
“Knowing what Harry feels about Talbot,” the Duke replied, “I think he will be a
