Chapter FiveSita lay awake most of the night worrying about Wilfrid Blunt and at the same time terrified in case one of the people who had been killed in the bazaar was her friend.
And yet, something told her that if he was dead she would have known it and she was sure with an instinct that could not be denied that he was alive.
She lay there in the dark calling to him for help and feeling because he had been so positive that they could communicate with each other in that way and that he would hear her.
Almost as soon as the sun brightened the sky, she rose and was dressed long before the horses were waiting for her outside.
She wrote a note for her uncle to say that she had gone riding and then after a quick breakfast she ran to the side door with an eagerness that she would not suppr
