Coming home. He couldn’t know the way; he’d never been that far from home. Rupert agreed. “He’s young.
Fen, lying on one edge of the bed, couldn’t stop thinking about Rupert. “Ignore her,” he said. Was there a flicker of pity in his eyes?“It won’t have had time to sink in,” he said, ‘but things are never going to be the same again. Suddenly she started to hump her back with excitement, dancing on the spot as the hunt arrived in a flood of scarlet coats, burn
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