CHAPTER THREEThe next morning as soon as it was light, Aurora made her way to the stable yard.
She had to get away from Hadleigh Hall for a few hours just to collect her thoughts and try to understand the feelings that kept welling up inside her.
Thomas, the young coachman, was sweeping up in the yard and as soon as he saw her, he straightened up and touched his cap.
“Good mornin’, Miss Aurora,” he grinned. “You’ll be wantin’ Aleppo, I expect?”
Aleppo had always been her dear Mama’s favourite horse, a beautiful grey Arab brought back by her Papa from his travels in Egypt.
He was an old stallion with his frosty grey coat now turned white, but his eyes were still bright and there was a definite spring in his step – and Aurora loved to ride him.
Thomas went off to saddle and bridle Ale
