Chapter 15
Bradamante dreamed of being chased, whipped, beaten.
Her visions of the white house were gone. Somehow she had lost her way and could not find the path back.
The last time she had been there was when she cut her hair in hope of bringing her teacher back. The empty house had echoed with Bradamante’s desperate cries. She returned home the following morning and submitted to her mother’s plan, and somehow that had robbed her of her sanctuary.
Since then, every night she searched for it in the fog of dreams. She longed for the light streaming through the windows, for the salty breeze billowing off the bay, for her horse and the forest and most of all her teacher, but all of it was gone. Now she could only dream.
She dreamed of Rinaldo. Rinaldo laughing, swimming with her across
