She wanted to scream, to cry and to plead with him on her knees to tell her just what was wrong and make her understand. But she knew that it would be no use.
As she loved him so desperately she realised that for the moment he was driven almost beyond endurance.
Then, as he walked away to where the horses were grazing a little below them, she felt as if he was not a masterful man but a little boy – as if he was her son – who was caught up in events too deep and too frightening for him to understand and that menaced him to the point where he could find no escape.
Because it was the only way she could help him, she began to pray.
‘Save him, God. Save him from whatever it is that is – making him so – unhappy. Let us be together. Don’t leave us alone and – crippled without each other – ple
