“Will your Lordship stop here?” Yamina said unexpectedly.
He drew his horse to a standstill and saw just ahead that there was an opening in the City wall and through it a long flight of steps, steps that must have been built many years ago, perhaps by the Romans.
The marble was cracked and broken in places, but was still usable.
“If I go this way,” Yamina explained following the direction of his eyes, “I can reach my house far quicker than by road.”
As she spoke, she slipped from the saddle to the ground and stood to look up at him, her eyes on his.
“I am grateful!” she said quietly.
Lord Castleford also dismounted and now, holding his horse by the bridle, he put out his hand saying,
“I am glad to have been of assistance. May I perhaps call tomorrow and see that you are no worse for
