CHAPTER THREEFor a moment Charles stared, unable to believe what he was seeing. He closed his eyes, shook his head, and then opened them again.
The apparition had vanished.
‘Am I going mad?’ he asked himself.
All around him the air of the woods seemed to be singing, as if to tell him that something special was happening.
Then he saw her again, riding a white horse. As he watched she disappeared between the trees, but then emerged again, straight into a shaft of sunlight that seemed to be slanting down on her directly from Heaven.
Was she real?
And if so, how had she come to be in his wood, when the entire neighbourhood knew that it was forbidden territory? Nobody was allowed here without his express permission.
‘Perhaps she’s a visitor in these parts,’ he thought, ‘and doesn’t know
