“Yes, I am Miss Langford,” she replied.
Then she gave a frightened scream.
As she spoke, the man had thrown a thick black cloth over the top of her and, before she could even realise what was happening, he picked her up in his arms.
A moment later she found herself placed none too carefully on what she felt was the back seat of a carriage.
Then, as the carriage door was slammed shut, there was the sound of something heavy being dumped overhead and the horses drove off.
Delysia was not only astonished at what had happened but she also felt as if the breath had been knocked out of her body.
She only began to struggle when she felt hands at her ankles and became aware that the man was tying something round them.
It was not a rope but a piece of material, which did not hurt but made it
