She stood for a moment as she reached the stile leading to another field. Ahead of her in the distance she could see Queen’s Folly.
It stood a little higher than the ground surrounding it, its red bricks warm in the glory of the setting sun. It was so lovely that she felt as if she wanted to cry at the sight of it, so old and yet so impervious to the passing of the years, that one felt as if it must stand for ever, a monument of the past and yet still with a vision of the future.
Was any sacrifice too great when it came to the point of saving Queen’s Folly?
Aria was smiling as she came through the front door to find Nanny still sitting at the table in the hall, although it was after six o’clock and the door should have been closed to visitors.
“Oh, there you are, dearie!” Nanny cried,
