CHAPTER SIXLooking out of the window of her bedroom, Nevada was once again lost in the beauty of the scene outside.
Directly below her there was a sharp drop to the wall surrounding the Kasbah, which was brilliant with flowering trees.
Beyond, further down the hill, was the winding path that led to the small town of Tafraout and her eyes looked beyond again to where the valley lay brilliant in the sunshine with the mountains on each side of it reflecting every shade of pink.
Whenever she looked at the Ammeln Valley, it seemed to be more lovely than it had been before.
It was hard to remember that only a short distance away there were the bare infertile valleys, granite cliffs and stony ground through which they had travelled to reach here.
It was now a week since she had come to Tyron
