Her skin was very white and she had hair which was such pale gold that it was the colour of the dawn.
Sir John had often said to his wife,
“Yolisa is beautiful, but hers is a beauty so different from what I have ever seen before that I am not certain how to describe it.”
“There is no need to do so,” Lady Warren replied. “Yolisa comes from the woods and the flowers and how could one possibly describe them in one word?”
Sir John laughed.
“That is very true and it is to be expected, I would suppose, that your daughter would be completely different from any other child.”
At first, after their marriage, it had been a great sadness to him that they could not have any more children.
But as Yolisa grew older, he began to realise that it would be greedy to ask for anything more.
He had a
