Chapter FiveStrangely, because she had not expected to, Vina slept soundly and when she awoke it was very much later than she had intended.
It meant that even if she had wished to, she would be too late to go to the stables before breakfast without encountering other members of the house party.
She remembered a little belatedly that it was Sunday today and she thought that she would like to go to Church to pray for some solution for her future.
She and her father had prayed in the buildings of many different religions, in Hindu and Buddhist Temples, in Muslim Mosques and, when they were in the North, in strange Monasteries inhabited by Tibetan monks.
Her mother had told her when she was young that it did not matter where one prayed. It was the prayer itself that counted, as long as it
