Chapter FiveAll the way back to Kingsclere, Imeldra was willing the horses to hurry, feeling every time they slowed down for a bend in the road that she might be too late for her father.
She could not imagine what kind of accident he had had or how it had happened, but the knowledge that he was injured made her afraid in a way that she had never been before.
It was enough to lose him by his having to go off abroad, but if he died and she lost him altogether she would be utterly and completely alone.
It was as if tragedy after tragedy was piling up on her, so that for the moment she could sort out none of her problems, feeling as if they crushed her into the ground and everything was dark.
“Hurry! Hurry!” she wanted to call out to Baker, who was driving with his usual skill but taking n
