CHAPTER THREENevada opened her eyes, then shut them again as if she could not believe what she saw.
Her head felt heavy and thick, her mouth was very dry. She tried to swallow and found it difficult.
She felt as if her brain was coming back from a very long distance where it had been dark.
Now she was aware of herself and once again she opened her eyes.
The first thing she saw was her own luggage piled high in what seemed to be a confined space, then she was aware of the noise of engines and thought she must be on a train.
But why?
And why, if she was on a train, were her trunks not in the guard’s van?
She stared for some time, finding it difficult to focus her eyes, but conscious that her head was aching almost intolerably.
She sat up. As she did so, she saw a porthole and realise
