“Tha’ be ‘er!” he said in a voice that seemed to ring out.
Before Giona could move, before she could turn round and run up the stairs he had stepped into the hall and picked her up in his arms.
She gave a scream of terror, but before she could protest or realise what was happening he had run down the steps with her and lifting her up bundled her onto the seat of a High-Perch Phaeton.
As she gave another scream of sheer fright and terror she realised who was driving the horses and felt her voice die against her lips.
“Tie her in, Jake!” Sir Jarvis said harshly, and the man fastened a thick leather strap round her waist that held her imprisoned to the back of the seat.
Then he stepped back and swung himself up into the seat behind as Sir Jarvis whipped up his horses and they were off.
