CHAPTER SIXKelvin and Vasila rode into the stable yard and they had had a long ride on the two horses that he had brought with him from Windsor Castle.
They had jumped a succession of hedges that were comparatively high.
Kelvin was not surprised that Vasila rode well.
However, he had not expected her to be so capable of controlling a spirited horse.
With a flushed face and her fair hair curling round her forehead she looked so lovely.
Even the Goddesses on Mount Olympus, he mused, could not have been more entrancing.
As he lifted her down from the saddle, he held her a little longer than necessary. And he felt a thrill run through him because she was so close.
But he knew that it meant nothing to her.
As she moved away, she enthused,
“That was marvellous! I cannot remember when
