She sat down again on the body of the God who had helped her to saw her hands free.
She thought desperately that she could do no more.
‘Save me! Save me!’ she had cried in her heart as she had thrown first the napkins and then the other cloths through the cascade.
‘Surely,’ she thought, ‘the Duc must hear me calling him.’
She remembered that sometimes they could read each other’s thoughts and she had known what he was feeling without his having to say anything.
Just as he had looked into her eyes and known what she was thinking.
‘Come and – save me! Oh – come – and save – me!’ she called out to him with her whole heart.
She hoped that wherever he was, however much he was absorbed in his horses, he would realise that she wanted him.
She almost felt that she could see him.
He was lo
