“As I am not Persephone,” she said, “that is very unlikely, unless, of course, the Gods have a special message for you, which is again unlikely.”
She did not wait for his reply, but started Bracken moving quickly away from him and being careful of the rabbit holes and the low boughs of the trees.
She did not look back, but she had the feeling the Marquis was watching her go.
Only when she had reached the very end of the path and was nearing the gate that would take her out onto the road leading to the village did she look back towards The Hall.
She could see him in the distance riding slowly across the top of the path and felt glad that he had not followed her.
She rode out onto the dusty road and trotted home, thinking it would be a very long time before she had the chance of riding
