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“We will go then.”
The i
Colum Casvellyn had leaped from his horse and a groom had rushed forward to take the reins. “Where is the host?” he shouted.
The i
“Has a party arrived?” said Colum Casvellyn. “A lady with a maidservant and two grooms.”
“But no, my lord.”
“You are sure?”
“I am, my lord. We have had but one visitor. A merchant on his way to Plymouth.”
I felt wretched. I was trying to think clearly. Should I stay here for the night, I wondered. There was nothing much I could do. In the morning I could search for my mother. At least she would be safe, for she had the two grooms and Je
“There is another place we could try,” said Colum Casvellyn.
“Let us then,” I said, for I dreaded waiting alone in this i
“Host,” called Colum imperiously. “If a party such as I have described should come here, pray tell the lady that her daughter is safe and well.”
“I will, my lord.”
“Now,” he said turning to me. “Let us visit the other i
We rode away. He did not speak and nor did I. I felt frantic with anxiety.
We went for a mile or more; then I said: “But how far is this i
“I am not sure but I believe it to be close by. Ah, wait a moment. I am sure this is the road.”
The clouds of the day had completely disappeared now and the moon had emerged; it was not quite full but just on the wane. I was glad of the light it offered.
“This way,” he said. We went up a drive and then I heard his exclamation. “Good God,” he said. We were looking at a ruin … eerie in moonlight. A sudden horror took possession of me. It was as though I were living in a nightmare. What had happened to me? Here I was in such a place with a man whom I had hated on sight and who had filled me with a sense of fear when I had first seen him. For a moment I told myself this could not be happening in reality. I was dreaming. We had gone to The Traveller’s Rest and in the oak-panelled room I was dreaming of the man I had met when I was last there.
How ghostly was that scene! The walls only were standing for it was nothing but a shell. It seemed menacing, haunted by evil spirits as the moonlight cast ghostly shadows on the smoke-blackened walls.
I looked at the man beside me and I felt a sudden fear possess me. A faint moaning in the trees sounded like souls in distress. I seemed to hear a warning in the air. “Get away from here. Find your mother. Go back where you will be safe.”
An owl screeched suddenly and I jumped in terror. I imagined the grim bird swooping suddenly on some unsuspecting prey.
Colum Casvellyn was smiling ruefully.
“Who would have thought it! It must have happened recently. It was a flourishing i
“Is there anywhere else where my mother might be?”
“I know of none other.”
I said: “I should go back to The I
“A lady alone?”
“I see no help for it. What else could I do?”
“You could come to Castle Paling.”
“Your home!”
“It is not so far from here. I would send some of my servants out to scour the roads.”
“If I went to the i
“There would be delay. I would have to take you to the i
I hesitated. “I think I would rather go to the i
He shrugged his shoulders, and we turned our horses. I could not help taking a look backwards at that derelict i
The strong feeling was with me that I should get away from the man who rode beside me. So strong was it that the thought entered my mind that I should attempt to escape. Let him go on ahead a little, then turn and gallop the other way. But where to and would he not soon overtake me? No, he had helped me so far; he had saved me from the robbers and what had their purpose been—robbery and rape? Who could say? I should be grateful to him and yet I did not trust him, and when I was at the burned-out i
I would go back to the i
We went along at a steady trot side by side. I wondered what the time was. It must have been more than two hours since I had lost my mother. How far had I ridden from that spot? I was begi
We came out of a dark road into the open. Before me was a sight which would have been inspiring had it not filled me with apprehension. Dominating the moonlit scene were the stark grey machicolated towers of a castle rising high on the rocky cliffs … and beyond, the sea.
I stared at the lofty square-shaped structure with its towers on each corner. It was a fortress built for defence, with the protection of the sea on one side and the battlemented towers facing the land.
“Welcome to Castle Paling,” he said softly.
I turned to him sharply. “I understood you were taking me to the i
“Nay,” he said. “This is better. I was unsure of the way, and I do not believe your mother would wish you to spend a night at an i
“But …” I began.
“Come,” he said, “my servants will look after you. We ca
“Aimlessly? We are certainly not doing that. We are looking for my mother.”
“My dear young lady, what more can you do? You have no idea where your mother went to. I have promised you that I will send servants to scour the countryside. Meanwhile you shall be given refreshment and a place in which to rest while they do so. As soon as she is found I shall take you to her.”
“Why should you do so much?”
“It is the only way a gentleman can behave to a lady in distress. Moreover, I am heartily ashamed of my conduct in the i
“You have already made up for it. But I would prefer to stay at the i
“It shall of course be as you wish. Believe me, I shall do nothing that is against your desire. What should we do then? Ride back to the i